I love books. I have stacks of them all over my room. Multiples of some of my favorites. But my copy of “Kafka On The Shore” is a bit different. It’s filled with highlights and underlines and notes and stars. But even more so it’s worn, ripped at the corner from my dog chewing on it. Stained from tears. And filled with laughter.
It’s been a year. It feels like it’s been five. It’s been seven years. It feels like a lifetime. I hate today. I hate April 22. But we labor on, we fall in love, we lose ourselves, we get our hearts broken and maybe, we find ourselves again.
For Kyle & Holly-
In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive. -Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami