For a long time, tonight, while reading Either/Or, i first felt something that vaguely resembles happiness. It was just a misty impression, a distant echo of a happy cry, but still a good feeling. I think i will start swimming again—back when i was doing it regularly, after arriving home late, hungry and tired, i could really feel happy. But since long, my happiness is bittersweet.
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