Nakata.

I just finished reading "Kafka On The Shore" by Murakami, after 'stealing' some time off from my busy schedule. I always in love with that kind of genre, just like how I adore Roald Dahl's books, may God bless him.

Nakata is a character from that book who intrigues me the most. I can feel this weird kind of calmness when I read chapters about him in the book.

Not to mention he could talk to cats.

Nakata. Metaphorically, a part of me is 'Nakata'. But, living in this kind of society, where we have to survive everyday, we have to be tough, and that is what Kafka was trying to do.

Still, when I read the last sentence from the last page in the book, I feel tired, very tired. I think it is sadness, to be exact.

Because I have to part from Nakata-san, whom I dearly loved very much, even though he is just a character whom Murakami created just for the book.

No. I do not care.

No. I think I won't part with Nakata-san. I'll stay with him, forever.

Jaa ne Nakata-san. Kitto mata aeruyo.