“The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring—and all of the acts carried out—on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air not wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon.” — Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
p.s. LJ has screwed up most, if not all of the formatting of my transferred fics: if you find any mistakes, please let me know!