Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.

but when launched, it did not even manage to complete its very first radio message—an SOS—before undergoing a sudden and gratuitous total existence failure.

I asked from my heart how to live. 
My heart said leaving the memories behind and traveling alone.
Then I understood that the journey has to be done alone 'then what difference does it make if you are not with anyone.

And on every rooftop stood unimaginably tall television antennae. These silver feelers groped about in the air, in defiance of the mountains that formed a backdrop to the town.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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