There is a little Murakami living inside of my head.
”I know she went to work at 7 in the evening, and she finished at 5:30 in the morning. But I don’t know what was going through her mind in those long hours. She never told me if, at about 4 in the morning, at that strange, cold hour, her heart tightened, and she asked herself if there was any point to it all. ”