Shozaburo Takitani stood on the deck of the boat repatriating him and as he watched the avenues of Shanghai shrinking away in the distance, he thought, life: I'll never understand it.
"And as we live our lives, we discover - drawing toward us the thin thread attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them, knowing all the while that their lives are fleeting." - Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami -