The World Forgetting By the World Forgot

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage- Haruki Murakami

My first Murakami book was The Wind- Up Bird Chronicles. I was hooked from the first (and only) detailed description of a man being skinned alive in the desert sand.

Still, as my Murakami obsession blossomed, I pondered over the absurdist analogies he came up with. Tiny little people invading young girls? A grown man willingly crawling into a well and then getting stuck? A job that involves…

When my room is a mess, which I usually find it is, I usually feel like I am a mess as well. Around Christmas of 2016, I was stuck in a dead end job, single (and sad about it), and generally aimless. I had heard of Marie Kondo’s books before, and had discounted it a just a weird fad that young, hip mothers were into because they were very rich and had nothing else to do with their time. The…