«I want you to remember me,» miss Saeki says, and looks right into my eyes.
«if you remember me, then I don’t care if everybody else forgets.»
time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. you keep on moving, trying to slip through it. but even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. still, you have to go there – to the edge of the world. there’s something you can’t do unless you get there.
– fra Haruki Murakamis Kafka on the shore.