Memory.

Memory. Every time I retrace my steps, invisible doors reveal themselves. On my first step, I saw two doors and each doors appealed for their very own reason. However, as I gazed at one of the doors, suddenly four doors appeared before me. Aghast, I closed my eyes for a while and my lungs desperately seek for air to calm the storm inside me. But when I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by millions of doors.

Inspired by: “Kafka on The Shore” and “Norwegian Wood”, by Haruki Murakami

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