Every time I sit down to write, "It all started with the axolotl," I feel as if I'm about to embark on a Murakami short story, but then I check myself as quickly as I can when I realise I'm being a bit unfair to poor Zelda. Sie's just the harbinger of woe rather than the cause, and it's no fault of hirs that I got hir on the same day the shit hit ( Read more... )

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