Friday, May 22, 2015

“Underground “ by Haruki Murakami

The Murakami book I’m reading now, “Underground “is non-fiction, but it’s still brilliant. It brings back memories of one of the creepiest days of my life.
I was on the train the day an apocalyptic cult released lethal nerve gas on Tokyo trains. I wasn’t on a train that was attacked, but on one of the same train lines, on my way to one of the same train stations, an hour or so later.
I had no clue what was going on. The train stopped for a long time, and somebody said something about a gas leak. I worked at the National Noh Theatre then, and had to walk to work. I arrived about ninety minutes late. I was stunned when my coworkers told me they were ‘very relieved’ to see me, and told me I should call my wife immediately to tell her I was safe. The entire country was in shock.
Strange times. Bad nostalgia.
( Ken Lawrence)

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