the Shining Night sky #31

Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — 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’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars are looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, something I know nothing about?
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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