Status Updates From The Elsewhere Express

Old pain trained the body to miss it. Over time, flesh forgot the difference between what it had learned to tolerate and what gave it relief.

Raya transferred the tote to her other shoulder even if it didn't make a difference-invisible loads were at least twice as heavy as any that you could see.

Shit.
What a chapter.
Damn.

Reading this book hurts and heals at the same time

Murakami minus the problematic stuff that makes me not want to recommend him to people. She's not that level yet but her descriptions and metaphorical descriptions are nothing short of beautiful. I feel like she's unearthing universal truths as she writes.

Ooh they’ve got a pharmacist on the train