Loneliness in Murakami’s Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.
‘But there is no answer.
Only the old librarian’s hands,
yellowing pages
that unravel into your life.’
I love your poems, but especially this one, and now I’m off to find a copy of the book!
Thank you for sharing the things you love. 🫶
Thank you for this! You’re so so kind as always kiddo.
I appreciate you!
Ditto lovely one
Thank you so so much! Your words always mean the world to me. Aww nice, that’s something fab to look forward to x
‘But there is no answer.
Only the old librarian’s hands,
yellowing pages
that unravel into your life.’
I love your poems, but especially this one, and now I’m off to find a copy of the book!
Thank you for sharing the things you love. 🫶
Thank you for this! You’re so so kind as always kiddo.
I appreciate you!
Ditto lovely one
Thank you so so much! Your words always mean the world to me. Aww nice, that’s something fab to look forward to x