Today, I talk about a favorite passage from a shorty story from Haruki Murakami. Here is the excerpt below:
I wander through China. Without ever having boarded a plane. My travels take place here in the Tokyo subways, in the backseat of a taxi. My adventures take me to the waiting room of the nearby dentist, to the bank teller’s window. I can go everywhere and I don’t go anywhere.
Tokyo—one day, as I ride the Yamanote Loop, all of a sudden this city will start to go. In a flash, the buildings will crumble. And I’ll be holding my ticket, watching it all. Over the Tokyo streets will fall my China, like ash, leaching into everything it touches. Slowly, gradually, until nothing remains. No, this isn’t the place for me…Let loss and destruction come my way. They are nothing to me. I am not afraid. Any more than the clean-up batter fears the inside fastball, any more than the committed revolutionary fears the garrote. If only, if only…
Oh, friends, my friends, China is so far away.
The Zen Reaction
2019-10-13 14:21:51 +0000 UTCThe Zen Reaction
2019-10-13 14:20:31 +0000 UTCNick Graves
2019-10-13 01:17:37 +0000 UTC