“You see, its like this:
Sometimes, when I think about entities – like in ‘separate entities’ – it gets mighty grim. I start thinking, and I nearly go to pieces…
“For instance, say you’re riding on the subway. And there are dozens of people in the car. Mere ‘passengers’ you’d have to call them, as a rule. ‘Passengers’ being conveyed from Aoyama One-chome to Akasakamitsuke. Sometimes, though, it’ll strike you that each and every one of those passengers is a distinct individual entity. Like, what does this one do? Or why on earth do you suppose that one’s riding the Ginza Line? Or whatever. By then its too late. You let it get to you and you’re a goner.
“Looks like that businessman’s hairline is receeding, or the girl over there’s got such hairy legs I bet she shaves at least once a week, or why is that young guy sitting across the aisle wearing that awful tie? Little things like that. Until finally you’ve got the shakes and you want to jump out of the car then and there. Why, just the other day–I know you’re going to laugh, but– I was on the verge of pressing the emergency-brake button by the door.
“I admit it. But that doesn’t mean you should go thinking I’m hypersensitive or on edge all the time. I’m really a regular sort of guy, your everyday ordinary workaday type, gainfully employed in the product-control section of a department store. And I’ve got nothing against the subway.”
– excerpt from The Elephant Vanishes; The Kangaroo Communique, by Haruki Murakami
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