It’s not just that I’m dumb. I’m empty inside. I finally understand that. I’m like a library without a single book. It wasn’t always like that. I used to have books inside me. For a long time I couldn’t remember, but now I can. I used to be normal, just like everybody else. But something happened and I ended up like a container with nothing inside.
Yeah, but if you look at it like that we’re all pretty much empty, don’t you think? You eat, take a dump, do your crummy job to get your lousy pay and get laid occasionally, if you’re lucky. What else is there? Still, you know, interesting things do happen in life - like with us now. I’m not sure why. My grandpa used to say that things never work out like you think they will, but that’s what makes life interesting, and it makes sense.
[Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami]
