Equine
“After a certain length of time has passed, things harden. Like cement in a bucket. And we can’t go back anymore. What you want to say is that the cement that makes you up has set, so the you you are now can’t be anyone else.”
- South of the Border West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami, pg 13 (trans. by Philip Gabriel)
“Maybe it was an illusion, I thought. I stood there a long time, gazing at the rainswept streets. Once again I was a twelve-year-old boy staring for hours at the rain. Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free the world’s reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.”
- South of the Border West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami, pg 86 (trans. by Philip Gabriel)
“Watching the children grow, day by day, I could feel myself ageing.”
- South of the Border West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami, pg 131 (trans. by Philip Gabriel)
“I used to have dreams too, you know. But somewhere along the line they disappeared. Before I met you. I killed them. I crushed them and threw them away. Like some internal organ you no longer need and you rip out of your body. I don’t know whether that was the right thing to do. But it was the only thing I could do at the time… Sometimes I have this dream. The same dream over and over again. Someone is carrying something in both hands, and comes up to me and says, ‘Here, you’ve forgotten somethings.’ I’ve been very happy living with you. I’ve wanted for nothing and never had any complaints. Still, something is chasing me. I wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat. I’m being chased by what I thre away.”
- South of the Border West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami, pg 184 (trans. by Philip Gabriel)
Darkness, night-driving, bowling as means to show the competetive and consolatory personality, classical music listeners
