“We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go
Never Let Me Go is not a page turner nor very very good book but it is somehow good for it raises question that regards to our existence and instances that will happen if we are meant to do something we cannot prevent. Ishiguro did a good job in maintaining the beauty of the novel, in creating a good plot and characters. Suprisingly, the last few chapters are stimulating and moving.
I am unleashed with solidify wickedness and sins. I belong in a blank page with rusty words, mislead punctuations and incorrect grammars.
Just like flowers, words also wither.
Student of Political Science.
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Make it alive again.
Guillian, that's the name.
I am unleashed with solidify wickedness and sins. I belong in blank page where all of my imperfections may exists.
My words do wither as time goes by just like the fresh flowers you gave.