There was this guy once, that went to a place. It was an unremarkable place, having only average trees, average rocks, and average pathways. There was an average corner shop that sold average drinks and average food. The average people drove average cars to average places to work average jobs. The guy decided that this place wasn’t very interesting, so he moved on. The average people in the average place barely noticed him coming and going, so preoccupied they were with the average things they did. They kept on with their average routines, neither pleased nor irritated at their lot in life. All until Sunday that is.. On Sunday, everyone had a day off. It was just an average day off though, nothing remarkable happened.. it’s an unremarkable place, after all.
I’m currently on holidays, hence the lack of posting things. I read Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore a few weeks ago whilst on a plane trip or two, which is about people who often seem unremarkable and average yet are generally anything but. Remarkable things happen to them, yet they’re generally taken into stride as calmly and pleasently as a nice cup of tea and a sit down. Well written and rather engrossing, if you’re wanting to see what his writing is all about but feel that The Wind Up Bird Chronicle may be a little long for you, give this one a shot. Just surreal enough to be like no story you’ve read before, yet almost believeable enough to be accepted as readily as the characters portrayed do. Recommended.
I once heard of a guy who had a little device that made a funny little sound. It only had this crappy little speaker in it, so it was hard to tell what the noise really was, or even if it was the noise that the box was intended to make. It seemed purely incidental to me, but thie guy seemed driven to find the meaning behind the noise the box created. Apparently he would just site for hours, staring at the little box, listening to the noise.. One day he just got up and announced that this noise must mean something, and he was the guy to find out what it all meant. I hear he still wanders about, playing the noise at all who’ll listen to it hoping that one day he’ll stumble upon someone who can shed some light on where it came from and what it’s supposed to mean.
Happy new year anyway. Hope it’s a good one, and if it’s not looking like it will be then you’ll just have to try harder. Don’t resolve to do things this year, just make them happen as soon as they’re possible. Remember, if you think too hard about something you’ll never actually do it. Actions bring results, excessive thinking only makes things more complicated than they need to be. Life is generally more simple than you think it is.