More from Kafka on the Shore:
"Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads--at least that's where I imagine it--there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library..."
It goes on with the library metaphor, but I think the beginning of the paragraph is the most moving part.
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