i’d be smiling and chatting away,

and my mind would be floating around somewhere else,

like a balloon with a broken string.

haruki murakami, the wind-up bird chronicle
the magic maker, by annie leibovitz, vogue us march 2009

1 comment:

Half-heard in the Stillness said...

I know that feeling....they used to say about it when I worked still, a far away look in the eye.


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