When I woke up it was 7:47am of Saturday morning... I get to spend some quality time with books! Oh I'm in love with Japanese literature! I have large collection of books... from memoir or periodicals to satire or classic... anthology or mythology... informative or instructive. The thing about book is that they let you travel without moving your feet. Isn't that just too magical?
Well said, wise words by the author of slaughterhouse, Carla Krueger "Books are like rivers, meandering this way and that,but taking us on a steady, flowing course of somewhere different."-posted on my wall.
Kafka on the shore (2002) by haruki murakami...has been the best introduction to literary universe for me. The book was filled with classical music and pop culture references bordering the brilliant concepts of cats who were seemingly more knowledgeable than human. The book revolved around lost, wandering protagonist and ultimately a gradual scratching away at the surface of existence to reveal the unanswerable metaphysical mysteries beneath.
That dream was too good to be true... or so I thought. You can live life from somebody else's perspective... or even be protagonist of different themed stories, it's like living kinds of life in one life.... how's that possible?Just dream. In one dream you can be swaggy cool guy of modern rebels showing off your middle finger to the world.... and in another you can be that pure dreamy princess who rejects all sin. You can enjoy 6 years long life... where you can have a family of your own, own ambitions, job,habits even character and just wake up in 8hours realizing that it was a dream. Dreams can be more real than reality itself as they depend on simplicity or complexity of the dreamer.
I turned on some news as I went to water the plants in the backyard. According to the weather forecast, snow fall might officially start from tomorrow. Now that I think about it, Mister Kiroku, 67 years aged man... who owned a flower shop... I used to work part-time in and now retired, asked me to help him on my day off. There's a persimmon tree in his backyard and before the snowfall he wanted to get the persimmons off the tree. In this red time of the year the tree must be dripping with those beautiful orange jewels.
I took a quick warm shower and ran off to mister Kiroku's place. The sky was clearly bright but the frosty ambience was filled with foggy mist. When my gaze dropped on the leaves...they looked as though they were showered by dewdrops. The dewdrops shined so brightly when the sun rays fell on them as if they were tiny lights hanging on branches.
When I fronted forward...I saw the rising sun. In the merciless and dry winter the warmth of sun beams like a hope of life. "Yet I can't feel it's warmth." I miss chirping of the birds.. they sure tend to remain deep in the shadow of foliage in this cruelest season of all.