Anytime I start a new Haruki Murakami book, and I get to the inevitable aural fixation, I wonder, does this man really have an insatiable ear fetish or is he just playing some kind of long-con inside joke?
Always chasing that cozy feeling of being snuggled under a heap of warm blankets in a cold room. Trying to watch every movie ever. Also trying to find cats to pet. 😻
Anytime I start a new Haruki Murakami book, and I get to the inevitable aural fixation, I wonder, does this man really have an insatiable ear fetish or is he just playing some kind of long-con inside joke?