Status Updates From 1973-iųjų kiniškas biliarda...

The storyline (which doesn’t really exist) is not the purpose of this book, this book feels like a playground for imaginary. If I knew it would be like this maybe I wouldn’t read it but it’s given me the opportunity to really appreciate murakamis way of describing a setting not only physically but energetically

“Occasionally, ripples of emotion would lap against his heart as if to remind him of something. When that happened, he closed his eyes, clamped his heart shut, and waited for the emotions to recede. It was only a brief sensation, like the shadows that signal the coming of night. Once the ripples had passed, the quiet calm returned as if nothing untoward had ever taken place”