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Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

Banana Yoshimoto

This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn’t want to forget a single one.
BANANA YOSHIMOTO

Farewell Goodbye Sky
On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you-you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.
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Heart Night Stars
You know, Chihiro, darling- all it takes is one little wrong step and you end up feeling frustrated your whole life, like me.
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Feelings Frustrated Littles
I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.
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Dream Heart Morning
Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.
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Although Always Lonely Raised
It didn’t matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.
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Heart Matter Mind
Good tea is eloquent enough, it turns out, to change a person’s mind.
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Enough Mind Tea
The ritual of our daily lives permeate our very bodies.
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Body Daily Life Ritual
Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.
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Beautiful Crazy Enough
Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.
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Back Happy Life Memories Shining
It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I’d miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I’m sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.
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Days Long Missing Ordinary
Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can’t make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don’t get back on track somehow, I’m dead, that’s the sense I get. There isn’t a single strong emotion inside me.
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Depression Lying Strong
I had been walking in silence for so long,I had almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like.My knees were tired;my toes were beginning to ache.
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Long Tired Voice
When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.
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Dark Light Lonely
In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one’s life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable things, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.
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Emotion Flow Much Night Sense Winter
I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.
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Deep Breath Taken

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

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