Kafka on the Shore

‰ЫПAfter a simple dinner I go out on the porch and gaze up at the stars twinkling above, the random scattering of millions of stars. Even in a planetarium you wouldn‰ЫЄt find this many. Some of them look really big and distinct, like if you reached your hand out intently you could touch them. The whole thing is breathtaking.

‰ЫПNot just beautiful, though ‰ЫУ the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they‰ЫЄre watching me. What I‰ЫЄve done up till now, what I‰ЫЄm going to do ‰ЫУ they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart‰ЫЄs pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I‰ЫЄve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just stars ‰ЫУ how many other things haven‰ЫЄt I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. And I know I‰ЫЄll never outrun that awful feeling.‰Ыќ