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[quietducks]

"Time goes by and takes so much with it,' he said, hands clasped behind his back. "The young grow old, the old grow older, and the oldest die. Cherry blossoms fall then bud then fall again. Buildings are built and torn down and new ones erected in their places. One after another until you no longer recognize the street you grew up on. The old customs slip right out of existence, and so too the people who practiced them. Like the mere passing of a cloud. It is said that nothing is impervious to time, that even memories change. But I wonder if this is true. Does nothing last? Is change all that never changes?"
- Mr. Nakodo, Dreaming Pachinko