I hated it when Murakami penned the summation of my existence thru his overcoat wearing, train riding, smoking character (at least that's how I imagined him) in one of his stories from The Elephant Vanishes. Something about fear and not knowing and hurting people during the process. I think this existentialist shit is getting old (after someone made it look like hipster emo).
I hated The Art of Getting By, too. Because the same overcoat wearing, train riding, smoking character was there, only this time he draws cute monsters for party invites and wears a t-shirt for graduation.
Maybe there's something about hate that I need to wind my mind around. I also like the word draw.
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