“I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it all means. All I know is that I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.
- Kafka on the Shore (Haruki Murakami) (via kristineism)