2 posts tagged with "Haruki Murakami style"

On a gloomy afternoon in April, I sat on a park bench, watching fallen leaves swirl in the wind. It was the 73rd day of my unemployment. I'd lost track of how many resumes I'd sent out, just like I'd lost track of how many pigeons were in the park.

Some strange things had been happening in this city lately. Manhole covers were starting to disappear inexplicably. The news said the police had launched an investigation, but so far, no clues had been found. The disappearance of the manhole covers seemed like some kind of metaphor, a sign that the city was collapsing, and I, too, was sinking along with it.

I woke up one morning and realized that breakfast was disappearing.

It's not that the refrigerator was empty, or that the cafes were closed. Rather, people's concept of "breakfast" is becoming increasingly indifferent. Or, increasingly "liquid."