analogue vol 7

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vol 7 of the zine analogue

Transcript of analogue vol 7

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TTRRYY TTOO IIMMAAGGIINNEE TTHHIISS

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You are afarmer living allalone on theSiberian tundra.

Day after dayyou plow yourfields.

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As far as the eyecan see, nothing.

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To the north,the horizon,to the east,the horizon,to the south,to thewest...moreof the same.

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Every morning, when the sunrises in the east, you go outto work in your fields.

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When it is directlyoverhead, youtake a break forlunch.

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When it sinks in the west,you go home to sleep.

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And then one day,something insideyou dies.

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Day after day, youwatch the sun rise inthe east, pass acrossthe sky, then sink in thewest, and somethingbreaks inside you anddies.

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You toss your plowaside and, your headcompletely empty ofthought, begin walkingtoward the west.

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Heading towarda land that lieswest of the sun.

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Like someonepossessed, you walkon, day after day, noteating or drinking...

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...until youcollapse on theground and die.

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That's hysteria siberiana.

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Text copyright: Haruki MurakamiTaken from: 'South of the Border,West of the Sun'; Translated fromthe Japanese by Philip Gabriel

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