Kafka on the Shore
I‘ve just finished reading one of the strangest books ever. The author of Kafka on the Shore poking holes in time and space, leaving the reader stranded without any hope of understanding the plot from time to time. You have to let go of all sorts of prejudices to be able to keep on reading, otherwise you‘ll find yourself complaining about the absurd events occurring, and of the characters that accept them as natural. Magical realism, I think it‘s called. Anyway, the book‘s really good. And strange.
Today I went to Shibuya. In search for a place to eat, filtering out everything that was unrelated to food, I didn‘t notice the increasing number of shops selling pink handcuffs and bunny ears. When I couldn‘t find anything edible, and tried to find the way back, my field of vision was suddenly filled with gothic castles and small statue of liberties. I was on Love Hotel Hill, where you rent hotels for the hour, and all the lobbies are filled with sex toy vending machines. The japanese are sick...
Oh, and Udon Bukkake is now my favorite noodle dish.
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Postat av: Sam
ZA WARUDO - WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!
Srsly, har de sexleksaksautomater? Hur kan det vara tillåtet?
Postat av: Axel
haha blob, I know you took a small bite of the cookie
Postat av: Siouxsie
Bandet.
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