Literary Bits: Art and Imperfection accumulated (Haruki Murakami)

“A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. ...

I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of - that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. And personally I find that encouraging.”


-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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