I admit it, I am finding myself out of words. I have been staring for hours at Murakami’s book covers, trying to read back his quotes. Just another fail attempt to get me inside the world of Haruki Murakami.
In Murakami’s world, there’re no such things as barriers or roofs, Murakami doesn’t write to put himself inside any scientific life law. He doesn’t care to send a moral message, God forbidden, or even to clarify himself in words. He is the master of creating an absurdist world, an absurdist world where dreams and reality are no longer separated and where our consciousness, understanding of life and our being are all a mere metaphor.