No one in my
family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was
going through life asleep. It was literally true: I was going
through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned
corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a
hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was
about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had
never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate
forever. ‘Hold tight’, I would tell myself, but
there was nothing for me to hold on to. —Haruki
Murakami
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