We have fallen many times.
We have so much to show for it;
There are minor cuts and bad gashes
But the light does not go through.
Horrified at the sight
Of such woefully broken doorways,
It keeps waiting for a proper gateway
While the darkness
Keeps winning the unwaged wars.
“I’m your phantom dance partner. I’m your shadow. I’m not anything more.”
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance