Saturday, April 16, 2011

dance, dance, dance

"With machines the feeling is, well, more finite. It doesn't go any further. With humans it's different. The feeling is always changing. Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it."

— Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance

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