Sometimes I feel so- I donโt know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything youโre used to has been ripped away. Like thereโs no more gravity, and Iโm left to drift in outer space with no idea where Iโm goingโ Like a little lost Sputnik?โ I guess so.
Haruki MurakamiWhat we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.
Haruki MurakamiProblem is, once I sit at my desk and put all these down on paper. I realize something vital is missing. It doesn't crystallize - no crystals, just pebbles. And I'm not transported anywhere.
Haruki MurakamiA regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds.
Haruki Murakami