tackled kafka on the shore today. found it more disturbing than wild sheep chase. all sorts of analogies and layered insinuations that buzz around in my mind like bees mating with flowers.
id like to curl up on my bed and sleep my life away. and one day i'll awaken from a long slumber replete with illusory dreams to find a room stagnant with the dregs of time.
and with my papery hands, i'll wipe decades away from the tarnished surface of an old mirror... and sink back to bed.