She stares at me and searches her memory, but in the end shakes her head. "As you may know, in this Town, memory is unreliable and uncertain. There are things we can remember and thing we cannot remember. You seem to be among the things I cannot. Please forgive me."
"Of course," I say. "It was not important."
"Perhaps we have met before. This is a small town."
"I arrived only a few days ago."
"How many days ago?" she asks, surprised. "Then you must be thinking of someone else. I have never been out of this Town. Might it have been someone else who looks like me?"
"I suppose," I say. "Still, I have the impression that elsewhere we may all have lived totally other lives, and that somehow we have forgotten that time. Have you ever felt that way?
"No,"she says. "Perhaps it is because you are a Dreamreader. The Dreamreader thinks very differently from ordinary people."
I cannot believe her.
"Or do you know where this was?"
"I wish I could remember," I say. "There was a place, and you were there."
-- Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, Haruki Murakami
rebecca came to visit me today (: turns out she knows the scoopy i was working with, cherilyn! they're primary school friends. the world is so small ^^ and true enough, so much for the subway salad diet - we had crystal jade la mian and xiao long bao <3 for dinner! yum.
tired.
i found the new song by the click five that i liked, the acoustic one! it's called 'don't let me go'.
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