...
the phone either looks like it's dying to say something, or else it's resenting that it's trapped inside it's form
...
Now the phone company. All those lines coming together. Lines stretching all the way from this very room. Connecting me, in principle, to anyone and everyone
...
But no matter how advanced the system, no matter how precise, unless we have the will to communicate, there's no connection
...
(Dance-Dance-Dance by Haruki Murakami)
Comments
Post a Comment