Finished The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and bizarre as it was I loved every minute of it. Spent the afternoon at South Melbourne beach. Perhaps shall feel something like myself again, in time.
‘I’m going to take you out of here,’ I said, cutting her off. ‘I’m going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.’
Electric wires carving out pieces of sky
Skinny:
Ankles
Wrists
Lattes
Have finally made it halfway through The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and think well, it seems possible that I might finish it after all. It’s my favourite Murakami novel so far, I think.
The past two days have been both long and short. Been living on skinny lattes and long blacks
Hello Melbourne just so you know I’m staying here forever just so I can walk around in a coat and my moose mittens
Winter.
[Laughs]
More matter for a May morning
Ran errands in town for the most part of the day. Had risotto for lunch at one of my favourite lunch places, the second time this week. Weather was lovely again, and—found an oddly-sized lovely rattan mat on which my sister and I watched Twelfth Night, and two brilliant friendship bands. Went book-shopping but could only gaze longingly at the entire Lemony Snicket hardcover box-set, ahhh! Thing of beauty! Am waiting till my next paycheck before parting with 275$ all at once—my bank account has had quite enough these past few months :<
Twelfth Night—hilariously funny, the set was beautiful, and Adrian Pang stole the show. How it is possible for anyone to marry anyone but someone exactly like him, I cannot understand ♥
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No, no, no, no oh
No, no, no, no oh
No, no, no, no oh
No, no, no, no, no
It’s late. Half-compulsively packing things away into zip lock bags. Thursday tomorrow, today
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