I always feel like I'm struggling to become someone else. like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. by becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. but I always hit a dead end. no matter where I go, I still end up me. what's missing never changes. the scenery may change, but I'm still the same old incomplete person. the same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to define myself. for your sake, I'd like to become a new person.

Haruki Murakami