I was walking the darkest streets I knew, where only the light from our headlights disturbed the darkness.
I realized, of course, that other people also used these kinds of roads; that night, however, it seemed to me that those dark country shortcuts existed only for people like us, while the large, shining highways with huge signs and beautiful rest stops were meant for everyone else.

Kazuo Ishiguro

Greet with joy!
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