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but even so, every now and then i would feel a violent stab of loneliness. the very water i drink, the very air i breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. the pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. i could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning. - Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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My favorite deep thought is:


After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream… Because in a dream time is stretched.

So if this is the case, what if right now you’re in that 7 minutes. How do you know if you’re alive or just reliving old memories.

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