Murakami on the bus

Reading a Murakami is like watching bits of broken glass suspended in a pool of aether. Broken people glinting psychedelic as they catch the light. With something so dissociated, almost abstract, you don't think of how sharp the fragments are unless you've been there before, physically touched the pieces. Yet at the same time, his writing is so associative that somehow, somewhere, on some level, you'll find that you have been there.