i'm reading another book!

i have just a couple pages left.
it's called "hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world," by haruki murakami.

*spoiler*

it's about unicorns in this guys head,
and the unicorn's breath in the self-residue of the townspeople in his head,
and then they die and their skulls hold the dreams, and...
well i like it because it's a fanciful deviation from my concerns,
AND has some kind of weird relevance,
based on it's examination of fragmented mind and delusional thinking!


anywayyyyy,

excerpt:

"Your plain fat woman is fine. Fat women are like clouds in the sky. They're just floating there, nothing to do with me. But your young, beautiful fat woman is another story. I am demanded to assume a posture towards her. I could end up sleeping with her. That is probably where all the confusion comes in...
Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on Sunday to buy a thermos. Even among young, beautiful, fat women, there are destinctions to be made. Fleshed out in one way, they'll lead you in the right direction; fleshed out another way, they'll leave you lost, trivial, confused.
In this sense, sleeping with fat women can be a challenge. There must be as many paths of human fat as there are ways of human death."

EXACTLY!!!

i have only a few pages left. more excerpts to come.