Winteresque in July

I lived through the following spring, at eighteen, with that knot of air in my chest, but I struggled all the while against becoming serious. Becoming serious was not the same thing as approaching truth, I sensed, however vaguely. But death was a fact, a serious fact, no matter how you looked at it. Stuck inside this suffocating contradiction, I went on endlessly spinning in circles. Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

Excerpt "Norwegian Wood", Haruki Murakami

As much as I love Murakami, this book is better suited for cold weather reading, and so I'm thinking I might put this re-read to rest for a few months. The word is the film version will be released in Japan this winter. Jonny Greenwood is purportedly composing the score.





Thank you Evie for sending along these film stills.