This was so random. I was just browsing through tumblr and the title caught me. I've always wanted to read a Murakami book but didn't get a chance to purchase, or I over-think it at times. But judging on this story albeit a short one, that I can see he's a great author. The story was saddening in a way, but it was good. I think this was meant to be a short story, it captures the heart and soul all too directly which leaves you grasping for more and contented at the same time.