sumire (紫花) -noun- : violet, flower, the state of physically and mentally being apart, finding the ultimate happy moment and remaining there forever
Lying by the beach, as all my peers are probably doing; yet one thing differs between us. Here I am, reading Murakami’s Sputnik Sweetheart and wondering: Are there actually two worlds? The question is that can we be spiritually and physically apart?
Getting in the sea for a quick splash mid-reading gave me the idea: Don’t we actually enter a new world when we go underwater? Personally, my mind goes somewhere else as I leave myself in the arms of the cold water, slowly pushing myself as low as my breath allows. All my worries and problems fade away and I’m home.
But that state of mind does not remain as my head slowly gets out of the water and I feel the salty water between my lips. So what is this sense of “a double world” that I only experience underwater and in dreams?
And why does it leave so quickly? I wish to remain for a little while, to absorb the inspiration, to taste the nothingness.
I suddenly open my eyes, from a deep sleep or the deep waters; and as my eyes try to adjust to the world of reality with my poor eyesight, it’s over.
“The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.”
“We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.”
You do you, Haruki. I’ll read it all until I become a Naoko, Shimamoto or Sumire myself.
To become so inspiring that I become the subtle music that randomly starts under the moonlight.
Love (and please read the book)
Mina On The Moon & Underwater