"The clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting."
So wrote Haruki Murakami in his novel 'Dance Dance Dance', sent to me by the wonderful Alice.
This was how I felt in Melbourne. In Tokyo, it's almost as though the clock has stopped ticking and each moment holds its own promise of possibility.
Time here has wound down to a halt -- suspended, as the fast paced metropolis spins around me. A vacuum, a centrifugal force with me suspended in its centre, hanging and observing all the new things around me.
I merely need to reach out and grab onto whatever it is I want.
Reading a novel by Murakami reminds me of everything I love about reading and writing. He possesses a completely unique perspective, an insight into human nature that is nothing short of uncanny, and conveys this in beautiful prose. 'Kafka on the Shore' is also an amazing story that doesn't fail to blow your mind, and will make you think differently about life - even if just for a little while.