Why Murakami reminds me of Ogawa, final chapter




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The woman who forgets, continues :


"All that is left to me is to try manage with a heart that is all dried out, full of little gaps.  That's why I desire this gelatinous quality… A heart which offers a certain resistance, which gives the false impression of being open and transparent, but which, on being exposed to the light, takes on all sorts of different expressions, or facades.  
--When I read your books, I do not believe that your heart is dried out, you know.
--But it is very difficult to write stories here on this island.  With each disappearance, the words go further and further away from us.  It is possible that if i am able to write, it's because your heart which retains everything, which is always there for me."