شعر بأنّ شيئًا ما قد وجد طريقه إلى داخله عبر فتحةٍ صغيرة، وراح يملأ فراغًا في أعماقه. ولم تكن تلك الفجوة من صنعها، بل كانت فيه منذ البداية. إنها لم تفعل سوى أن سلّطت عليها نورًا خاصًّا.

“A certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it.”Haruki Murakami