” But tomorrow I’ll be a different person, never again the person I was. Not that anyone will notice after I’m back in Japan. On the outside nothing will be different. But something inside has burned up and vanished. Blood has been shed, and something inside me has gone. Face turned down, without a word, that something makes its exit. The door opens; the door shuts. The light goes out. This is the last day for the person I am now. The very last twilight. When dawn comes, the person I am won’t be here any more. Someone else will occupy this body.”
Haruki Murakami. Sputnik Sweetheart. Page 189.