Amber’s Reviews > The Elephant Vanishes > Status Update

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty; just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I’d really like to do- explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other in a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981.

And now that I’ve decided to send it, I’m still worried. But what the hell, I’m striving for imperfection, so I’ve got to live happily by my choices.

… wrong choice can produce right results and vice versa. I myself have adopted the position that, in fact, we never choose anything at all. Thing happen. Or not.