iStorm

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. you change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesnt get in, and walk thru it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. just fine sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. That violent, metaphysical storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it. people will bleed there, and you will bleed there. Hot, red blood.You will catch that blood in your own hands, your own blood and the blood of others."

Excerpt from Haruki Murukami - Kafka on the Shore