Haruki Murakami quote #443 from Sputnik Sweetheart
And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars but in reality theyre nothing more than prisons where each of us is locked up alone going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant wed be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.