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[xdrownhere]

"This much I'm certain of: it doesn't happen immediately. You'll finish and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe a year, maybe even several years. You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any

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[anonymous]

That's more like it, but Mishima puts it like this:

How oddly situated a man is apt to find himself at the age of thirty-eight! His youth belongs to the distant past. Yet the period of memory beginning with the end of youth and extending to the present has left him not a single vivid impression. And therefore he persists in feeling that nothing more than a fragile barrier separates him from his youth. He is forever hearing with the utmost clarity the sounds of this neighboring domain, but there is no way to penetrate the barrier.

[zeromanceriidx]

man, just as I was on my way back to taking my walls for granted again. THANKS.

[ex_assessme]

I love that book. I LOVE that book.

[anonymous]

"This much I'm certain of: it doesn't happen immediately. You'll finish and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe a year, maybe even several years. You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how. You'll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place."

- Me.

[xdrownhere]

I don't know who you are.

[anonymous]

Or maybe you do?..

I always only saw the technicality in your writings, never the depth. I never grasped any of it or the ideas. And now your writing is beautiful to me. I just wish I understood when we knew each other. I wish I was aware to grow sooner.

"Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were,"

"And old shelters -- television, magazines, movies, or videogames -- will not protect you anymore."