“It’s true, though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night.”
Murakami haunts me. His words. The images he uses to convey his message. His characters.
I read Murakami’s After Dark exclusively at night time .I do believe that most of it I read after midnight, Darkness encroaching all around, only a dim desk lamp to illuminate my surroundings.A cup of coffee beside me, a platter of snacks in front, I relished every moment of this novel.I love the mysteriousness, the loneliness, the profound silence. I bask at darkness filling every recess of space, creating a world void of insanity.
Whether asleep or awake, no matter how you spend the night, one can never deny that things go interesting after dark.
Highly possible reccomendation