“Sometimes I feel so- I don¡¯t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you¡¯re used to has been ripped away. Like there¡¯s no more gravity, and I¡¯m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I¡¯m going¡¯
Like a little lost Sputnik?¡¯
I guess so.”
―
Haruki Murakami,
Sputnik Sweetheart