I would love to stand right in the eye of Haruki Murakami’s metaphorical sandstorm. Anything to feel more alive than this.
Does standing on some goddamn high plateau at the edge of the universe, faced with the arriving apocalypse, ultimately bring on fear?
Or would one feel just like I imagine I would feel, a sense of impending excitement at finally, finally, getting to see how the world ends?
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"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.
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