Kasamatsu Shiro, In the woods, 1955
“He ran into a tree, hurting his shoulder and the right side of his head. It was vaguely
familiar to him, the action of running into a tree. Where? When? He went slowly back to
the tree and put his hand on its rough, immovable trunk, confident that the tree would
tell him an important piece of wisdom, or a secret. He felt it, but he could not find words
for it: it had something to do with identity. The tree knew who he was really, and he had
been destined to bump into it. The tree had a further message. It told him to be calm and
quiet and to stay with Annabelle.
‘But you don’t know how difficult it is to be quiet,’ David said. ‘It’s very easy for you—’.”
Patricia Highsmith, This Sweet Sickness, 1960
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