"How I managed to support myself. Yet never managed to go anywhere. Never went anywhere, but aged all the same. How nothing touched me. And how i touched nothing. How I'd lost track of what mattered. How I worked like a fool for things that didn't. How it didn't make a difference either way. How I was loosing form. The tissues hardening, stiffening from within. Terrifying me. How I barely made the connection to this place. The place I didn't know but had this feeling that I was part of... This place that maybe I knew instinctively I belonged to..."

Haruki Murakami "Dance Dance Dance"