Time passes very quickly, and it is extremely busy: time also goes very slowly, but I still cannot get the slightest reflection from the past days.
I can't say with certainty that I am smarter now than I was at that time. What I have to do and what I want to do are not just simple things that are very different from the past. What we get instead is unparalleled regret and a huge void.
I really like this spirit that is more or less reflected in modern American works and spirit. I felt particularly deeply when I watched "The Great Gatsby" and it reached a peak in the movie "Once Upon a Time in America".
Although this emotion is more direct and systematic in Murakami's works, I am still very grateful to Gatsby looking at the lighthouse in the dark, so some of its shadows will appear back and forth in what I write.
Update frequency will be very low.