divendres, 26 de desembre de 2008

You'll catch that blood

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't just something that blew in from far away, something thas has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So you all can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones."

"And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphyiscal or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.

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