story: “Man-eating Cats”
author: Haruki Murakami
where: in palestra
note: a reread, a favorite, a fantasy!
a line: “The wind was the wind at the edge of the world. An inescapable retro color filled the place. It made me feel as if I were being quietly swallowed up by an alien reality, something foreign and just out of reach, vague yet strangely gentle. And the shadow of that substance colored the faces, the eyes, the skin of the people gathered in the harbor.”