Montag, 4. Mai 2015

Home Town Glory

But then again I wonder if what we feel in our hearts today isn’t like these raindrops still falling on us from the soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining. I’m wondering if without our memories, there’s nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.
—  Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant


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