First time in a long time to post here. I‘m in my safe space and this lil book got my mind painting wondrous sceneries filled with locked doors and rustic keys.

Not really related to 1Q84, but more of a dedication post to the author.

I went to this concert just a week ago, but I remember all the emotions rushing through me so vividly. The music references from Mr. Murakami‘s works gave a splendid personal touch to every story, and the musicians who played that night were all talented as hell. It was such a breathtaking experience.

“The person here now isn‘t the real me. Fourteen years ago I became half the person I used to be.”

This passage hit me hard, as if it was a reflection of the situation of my current self. I‘m definitely not who I used to be.