Few bonds tied him to this world, but there was one unique connection that had always shaped his life and philosophy: an old friend who was always ready to meet him anytime, anywhere. A friend who never judged or blamed, who listened when no one else could understand his feelings, a reassuring place he turned to when all other doors were closed. He decided to meet that old friend this time, but not alone Time moves fast. Before they know it, they’re in the car. She plays some songs from her favorite bands; he recognizes Guns N’ Roses. The music is cool. She drives to the beach. He enjoys watching her behind the wheel; she puts much focus on driving, which makes her look funny. The roads started to become narrower. On the sides of the road, giant green creatures emerge, beings that have always held his admiration. The true owners of this land, long before and long after humans. This place is called The Old Wood, a name that reminds him of one of his favorite novels, Norwegian Wood As th...
Lately, I've been going through new experiences. Yesterday I was in the woods, the forest for the first time in my life. I had one particular idea that kept resonating in my mind. Murakami, what was the name of your novel? But I had a stronger feeling. I was honestly frightened. To me, the forest is a living organism. If it likes me, it welcomes me; if not, it can swallow me whole. Which novel Haruki When I entered, I used the main road. But something inside me whispered, 'Do not be afraid, you will not be swallowed today.' I stepped off the main road to use a narrower, wilder path. The road ahead is a steep, sloppy incline, winding through towering trees. The ground is blanketed with countless fallen leaves, concealing the uneven terrain beneath my feet. Each step is uncertain. I stop and look back, realizing it’s just me and the trees. They watch me as I watch them, and for a moment, we share a quiet appreciation. When I look at them, I don’t see mere wood and branches. I...