i'm not going to say anything. just sit there and stare, and that will be exactly the truth of what is happening.

last night i became terrified of hearing screaming, things smashing, people dying. instead i dreamt of my friend, of being sick and lying on the floor and of a boy in pyjamas, in a shop.

i think haruki murakami's a fucking genius. and i'm so glad i have anne of green gables on audiobook.