the mundane side of drama

Nothing pleases me more than listening to Norwegian Wood while reading Murakami's Norwegian Wood.

Been reading way too much Murakami this holiday, and in the midst of the towers of beer, the white rooms gleaming against colored lights, the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the aroma of fried dumplings, caution was thrown into the wind.

With the 'we only live once' phrase echoing in my head and egging me on, it never really occurred to me that whoever said it must not have experienced consequences that haunt the life following rash and caught in the moment decisions.

huh.