I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via rhetoricandlogic)
If anybody comes to see me
Tell ‘em they just missed me by a minute
If anybody comes in to our room while we’re asleep
I hope they incinerate everybody in it