"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness.
The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles.
The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades.
I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me
when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning."
- Haruki Murakami
[村上春樹]
The Wind Up Bird Chronicle
[ねじまき鳥クロニクル]
Depapepe - CANON