At a construction site in London, a workman unearths an infant’s skeleton that has been buried for years, uncovering dark secrets with it.
“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
In Haruki Murakami’s collection of seven short stories, Men Without Women, he explores the correlative parallel aspect of love and loneliness through the lives of seven men.
“For the time being
Are they fallen leaves?”
-Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being
Ruth Ozeki’s A Tale for the Time Being is a meditation on how time passes and how we live as it does.