“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You...– murakami
He looked around, hoping for answers, but all that appeared before his eyes was...– 1Q84. p. 548. This is basically Murakami’s version of a Latour Litany. (via dropouthangoutspaceout) There were so many small passages in this book that were magic, but I felt overall, the ending didn’t deliver the payoff I’ve come to expect from his works. I enjoyed so much, but...