"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% perfect girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."I still haven't finished reading Murakami's latest novel, but he's a favorite author, and this is a favorite short story.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% perfect girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."I still haven't finished reading Murakami's latest novel, but he's a favorite author, and this is a favorite short story.
I remember staring at some pointilist painting in an Impressionist exhibition when I was younger and thinking that I was being really moved by it. I felt like I was in the painting. But gradually I realized what was happening was the sound of the air conditioning and the perfume of the woman next to me were combining with the image to create this immersive experience. I remember thinking that was interesting. The whole thing is the art; the painting would be nothing without the cooling system.The lady always manages to say something special. I'm looking forward to her new art exhibition We Think Alone.