South of the Border, West of the Sun

by Haruki Murakami
Japan
Born on 12 Jan 1949
Writer

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No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

South of the Border, West of the Sun
Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

South of the Border, West of the Sun
Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.

South of the Border, West of the Sun
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