(Inspiration) Wild Murakami

I’m heading to Boston to photograph L & A’s Museum wedding, reading while waiting for my Virgin wifi to kick in.  1Q84 was too large to carry around so I’ve gone back to the beginning of Murakami, which I’ve been meaning to do for years.  Falling back into my love for A Wild Sheep Chase, I remembered exactly how I became obsessed…

"See what I mean?" she said.

She’d become so beautiful, it defied understanding.  Never had I feasted my eyes on such beauty.  Beauty of a variety I’d never imagined existed.  As expansive as the entire universe, yet as dense as a glacier.  Unabashedly excessive, yet at the same time pared down to an essence.  It transcended all concepts within the boundaries of my awareness.  She was at one with her ears, gliding down the oblique face of time like a protean beam of light.

"You’re extraordinary," I said, after catching my breath.

"I know," she said.  “These are my ears in their unblocked state."

Several of the other customers were now turned our way, staring agape at her.  The waiter who came over with more espresso couldn’t pour properly.  Not a soul uttered a word.  Only the reels on the tape deck kept slowly spinning.

She retrieved a clove cigarette from her purse and put it to her lips.  I hurriedly offered her a light with my lighter. 

"I want to sleep with you," she said.

So we slept together.

(Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase)