(via nanazumi)
I have some tea after I’m finished eating and watch the people hustling back and forth in front of the station. They’re all headed somewhere. If I wanted to, I could join them. Take a train to some other place. Throw away everything here, go to somewhere I’ve never been, start from scratch. Like turning a page in a new notebook. I could go to Hiroshima, Fukuoka, wherever. Nothing’s keeping me here. I’m one hundred percent free.
But I know I can’t go anywhere.
" — Kafka on the Shore, p. 327 (via seananigans)(via murakamistuff)