Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Sputnik Sweetheart. Murakami.

" I'll come get you."
" I'd like traht, I'll find out where I am and call you back, I'm running out of change, anyway. Wait for a while, OK ?"
" I really wanted to see you, " I said.
" And I really wanted to see you, too? she said. " When I couldn't see you anymore, I realized that. It was as clear as if the planets all of sudden lined up in a row for me. I really need you. Tou're a part of me; I'm a part of you. You know, somewhere - I'm not at all sure where - I think I cut something's throat. Sharpening my knife, my heart a stone. Symbolically, like making a gate in China. Do you understand what I'm saying ?"
" I think so."
" Then come and get me."

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