Sunday, October 4, 2015

Little Sputnik

- Sometimes I feel so - I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.
- Like a little lost Sputnik?
- I guess so.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart [1999]

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