Ever Since That Happened To Me, I

I Can Bear Any Pain As Long As It Has Meaning.

With The Advent Of Winter, Her Eyes Seemed To Take On A Greater Transparency, A Transparency That Lead Nowhere. Occassionally, For No Particular Reason, Naoko Would Gaze Into My Eyes As If Searching For Something. Each Time I Was Filled With Odd Sensations Of Lonliness And Inadequecy.

What We Call The Present Is Given Shape By An Accumulation Of The Past.

Despite Your Best Efforts, People Are Going To Be Hurt When It's Time For Them To Be Hurt.

That’s How Stories Happen — With A Turning Point, An Unexpected Twist. There’s Only One Kind Of Happiness, But Misfortune Comes In All Shapes And Sizes. It’s Like Tolstoy Said. Happiness Is An Allegory, Unhappiness A Story.