A Fond, Old Faraway Room

October 7, 2018

“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lovers. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of. One you haven’t seen in a long time…”
“.. A fond, old, faraway room?”
“Exactly.”
-from “Kafka On The Shore”, Hanuki Murakami
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We mind that there mustn’t be dust
On those closed blinds.
Behind those blinds,
We find us.
We find ourselves salving
Our sore selves,
Saving us so
Fleetingly. So Pretend-Completely.
And after each chapter,
Which does us delirious,
It can be meant as some payment,
It can serve to defray cost
It can’t save us, when in a night and a day,
without fail, We will derail.
Alone, All memories lost

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“I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair”
-Leonard Cohen,RIP,/ from “Tonight Will be Fine”
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(from a hundred years back)

One Response to “A Fond, Old Faraway Room”

  1. namelessneed said

    I’m now at
    namelessneedblog.com
    (just drop the wordpress)

    thanx, g.r.

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