“ Housewives filed past, leek and daikon radish tops sticking up from supermarket bags. I found myself envying them. They hadn’t had their refrigerators raped or their bellies slashed. Leeks and daikon and the kids’ grades—all was right with the world. No unicorn skulls or secret codes or consciousness transfers. This was normal, everyday life.
Haruki Murakami - Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via roborobo)
i read at 4th grade level and pick up maybe 2 books a year. all the more reason i find it extrememly odd that i can recall this exact passage. by the way, am i the only murakami fan in this hard-boiled world who thought “what i talk about when i talk about running” just plain sucked?
1 year ago