I cant stand to breathe with your words in my head
So I just burned your letters and inhaled the smoke.
I imagine the knot. The knot lies silently in the dark corridor where no one walks along. When I am thinking in this way, many dear old memories gradually return to my mind. There must be a knot that connects me and myself. I’m sure someday I will meet myself in the strange distant world. And I wish it was a warm place. And if there was some cold beer, I would have nothing to complain. In the world I am myself and myself is me. The subject is the object and the object is the subject. There is no opening of any kind between the two. They are closely stuck together. Such a strange place must exist somewhere in the world.” —
Haruki Murakami - The Girl from Ipanema, 1963/1982
how scary would It be if you lean your head back to stretch and a pez pops out of your neck