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Haruki Murakami - Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Haruki
Murakami
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the
World
'I have been thinking it
over . . . ,' I dredge up the words. 'I'm not going.'
The shadow looks at me
blankly.
'Forgive me,' I tell my
shadow. 'I know full well what staying here means. I understand it makes perfect
sense to return to our former world, the two of us together, like you say. But I
can't bring myself to leave.' . . .
My shadow sighs, then
looks again heavenward.
'You found her mind, did
you? And now you want to live in the Woods with her. You want to drive me away,
is that it?'
'No, that is not it at
all, not all of it, I say. 'I have discovered the reason the Town
exists.'
'I don't want to know,'
he says, 'because I already know. You yourself created this Town. You made
everything here. The Wall, the River, the Woods, the Library, the Gate,
everything. Even this Pool. I've known all along.
'Then why did you not
tell me sooner?'
'Because you'd only have
left me here like this. Because your rightful world is there outside.' My shadow
sits down in the snow and shakes his head from side to side. 'But you won't
listen, will you?'
'I have
responsibilities,' I say. 'I cannot forsake the people and places and things I
have created. I know I do you a terrible wrong. And yes, perhaps I wrong myself,
too. But I must see out the consequences of my own doings. This is my world. The
Wall is here to hold me in, the River flows through me, the smoke is me burning.
I must know why.'
My shadow rises and
stares at the calm surface of the Pool. He stands motionless amid the falling
snow. Neither of us says a word. White puffs of breath issue from our
mouths.
'I cannot stop you,'
admits my shadow. 'Maybe you can't die here, but you will not be living. You
will merely exist. . . . You'll be trapped for all eternity.'
'I am not so sure,' I
say. 'Nor can you be. A little by little I will recall things. People and places
from our former world, different qualities of light, different songs. And as I
remember, I may find the key to my own creation and to its
undoing.'
'No, I doubt it. Not as
long as you are sealed inside yourself. Search as you might, you will never know
the clarity of distance without me. Still you can't say I didn't try,' my shadow
says, then pauses. 'I loved you.'
'I will not forget you,'
I reply."
Haruki Murakami - Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Haruki
Murakami
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the
World
'I have been thinking it
over . . . ,' I dredge up the words. 'I'm not going.'
The shadow looks at me
blankly.
'Forgive me,' I tell my
shadow. 'I know full well what staying here means. I understand it makes perfect
sense to return to our former world, the two of us together, like you say. But I
can't bring myself to leave.' . . .
My shadow sighs, then
looks again heavenward.
'You found her mind, did
you? And now you want to live in the Woods with her. You want to drive me away,
is that it?'
'No, that is not it at
all, not all of it, I say. 'I have discovered the reason the Town
exists.'
'I don't want to know,'
he says, 'because I already know. You yourself created this Town. You made
everything here. The Wall, the River, the Woods, the Library, the Gate,
everything. Even this Pool. I've known all along.
'Then why did you not
tell me sooner?'
'Because you'd only have
left me here like this. Because your rightful world is there outside.' My shadow
sits down in the snow and shakes his head from side to side. 'But you won't
listen, will you?'
'I have
responsibilities,' I say. 'I cannot forsake the people and places and things I
have created. I know I do you a terrible wrong. And yes, perhaps I wrong myself,
too. But I must see out the consequences of my own doings. This is my world. The
Wall is here to hold me in, the River flows through me, the smoke is me burning.
I must know why.'
My shadow rises and
stares at the calm surface of the Pool. He stands motionless amid the falling
snow. Neither of us says a word. White puffs of breath issue from our
mouths.
'I cannot stop you,'
admits my shadow. 'Maybe you can't die here, but you will not be living. You
will merely exist. . . . You'll be trapped for all eternity.'
'I am not so sure,' I
say. 'Nor can you be. A little by little I will recall things. People and places
from our former world, different qualities of light, different songs. And as I
remember, I may find the key to my own creation and to its
undoing.'
'No, I doubt it. Not as
long as you are sealed inside yourself. Search as you might, you will never know
the clarity of distance without me. Still you can't say I didn't try,' my shadow
says, then pauses. 'I loved you.'
'I will not forget you,'
I reply."
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