My Ten. Not top. Not ranked, at least not consciously, despite the numbering. Not for certain random, either, because who could know. Not updated regularly. Not important. But, probably, not meaningless.
- This template is by Style Hatch
…a new wellspring was forming inside him. Not that its water was gushing forth: It was more like a tiny spring among the rocks. The flow may have been limited, but it was continuous, welling up drop by drop. He was in no hurry. He felt no pressure. All he had to do was wait patiently for the water to collect in the rocky basin until he could scoop it up. Then he would sit at his desk, turning what he had scooped into words…
…he closed his eyes and, for a long time, listened closely to the dripping of the little spring inside him. Eventually the words began to come naturally to him. Little by little, taking all the time he needed, he began to form them into sentences.
—one way it can happen, and Murakami would know.
