THE WATERMARK HIGH
LONELINESS AS AN ART FORM
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| “Then when dusk began to settle, he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in" |
| – Haruki Murakami (Pinball, 1979) |
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