Still, I guess I have grown attached to it. I've carried it with me because there was nothing else I was supposed to carry. About What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. The contents are too heavy, and it looks crummy, fraying in spots. I've carried this character around like an old suitcase, down a long, dusty path. My own individual, stubborn, uncooperative often self-centered nature that still doubts itself-that, when troubles occur, tries to find something funny, or something nearly funny, about the situation. Can I see kindness there? No, all I see is my own nature. What I should be looking at is inside of me. I probably shouldn't be looking up at them. All I see are indifferent summer clouds drifting over the Pacific. What I Talk About When I Talk About Running is a memoir by Haruki Murakami in which he writes about his interest and participation in long-distance running. “I look up at the sky, wondering if I'll catch a glimpse of kindness there, but I don't.
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