Ai Ning Chong │ 19
KL, Malaysia

I imagine it- there's  a little room where we store memories. A room like the stacks in this library.And to understand the working of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards .We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library. — Kafka on the shore,Haruki Murakami

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