podeamMurakami-ism
Have you read Kafka on the Shore? I met Oshima yesterday, or as close to Oshima reality can get. A librarian in a billowing white shirt, too soft to be crisp, black pants too dark to have shadows, and a black tie neatly cutting his torso length-wise.
He was interesting, intriguing, acerbically funny – I wish I got to talk to him, as opposed to merely witnessing him talk.
And all that I could think of is that I’ve met Oshima. Oshima is here.
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Humour is something very personal, very intimate. You’re putting a part of you into another person, investing bits of your soul, with the sole (har har) intent of making that person laugh;
You have to care enough for that.
I am a funny person, I am; when I’m alone.
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