I was telling R the other day that sometimes looking back, I feel like I lose a little precious bit of myself every year as I grow older. If only I’m spread out in black and white, in a Microsoft Word format no less, what I would do is turn on “track changes”. Then every now and then I could go back and do a little bit of self-introspection, gather back what’s been lost and re-plant the parts which had met with an untimely demise.
Maybe it’s the cynicism of adulthood creeping into my bones. LE SIGH.
Anyway, I end this somewhat depressing post with an equally morose quote by Murakami which I like. (Oh my God, can I get any more melodramatic than this!)
– Haruki Murakami (Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman)