The thing I worry about for myself is I spend a lot of time alone, and another person comes around and you’re like, What are you doing here? Get out of here. I definitely feel a connection with her because I understand what it means to believe so deeply that there’s something true about you that maybe you’re not a person that can be loved and that you’re broken and that you’re not a viable option for someone if they really knew your secrets and things. I can certainly relate to that.
With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
there’s a moment you know