Days spent looking for details. He didn’t know why he spent days looking for details, but he knew he had to. It was a strange force, driving him to those sometimes frantically busy, and sometimes deathly quite streets. Looking for signs. Sometimes he found signs, and sometimes he only found a gust of wind.
“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.”
– Haruki Murakami