Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

by Haruki Murakami

‘You can put a lid on memory, but you can’t hide history.

There’s nothing to cling to. I still have that fear, even now – that suddenly my very existence will be denied and, through no fault of my own, I’ll be hurled into the night sea once more. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to form deep relationships with people. I always keep a distance between me and others.’