#191 Dabchick- Haruki Murakami
Life is a maze, or a long undefined corridor without
decoration that we can only see ahead or behind but cannot see past the walls.
The whys and hows of this corridor are well beyond the ken of normal people,
all we can do is walk down the hall and look for a doorway. But when we get to
the doorway we need a password, a secret handshake, a shibboleth. Maybe we can
talk our way in, finagle a deal with the gate keepers, hope that someone will
give us a chance. Maybe that can happen, but if it does, we are still late for
work.
“I kept walking…not thinking, just walking, no time, no
distance, no sense that I was moving forward in any way.”
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