Kafka’s Walls.

“A dark, omnipresent pool of water.

It was probably always there, hidden away somewhere. But when the time comes it silently rushes out, chilling every cell in your body. You drown in that cruel flood, grasping for breath. You cling to a vent near the ceiling, struggling, but the air you manage to breathe is dry and burns your throat. Water and thirst, cold and heat- these supposedly opposite elements combine to assault you.”

– Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami.

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