Why I want to meet Haruki Murakami
I’ve been in love with him since I read the Wind-Up Bird Chronicles for the first and subsequently, many many times, along with his other books.
I’ve been in love with him since I read the Wind-Up Bird Chronicles for the first and subsequently, many many times, along with his other books.
Once upon an early morning, Ginamei fell out of bed. Luckily, she, with her catlike reflexes, fell on her arse, rather than on her head. One could, of course, attribute this feat to mere physics, but the physics of one’s arse tend to be rather depressing in this modern time. Brushing herself off and rubbing her sorry arse, she let fall a tiny tear and stood, ready for another day in this strange world called…er…the world..