Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami i have to talk to you. i said. i have a million things to talk to you about. a million things we have to talk about. all i want in this world is you. i want to see you and talk. i want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning. midori responded with a long, long silence - the silence of all misery in the world falling on all the new-mown lawns of the world. forehead pressed against the glass, i shut my eyes and waited. at last, midoris quiet voice broke the silence: where are you now? where was i now? gripping the receiver, i raised my head and turned to see what lay beyond the phone box. where was i now? i had no idea. no idea at all. where was this place? all that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by nowhere. again and again i called out for midori from the dead centre of this place that was no place.
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