Reading What I Talk About When I Talk about Running and Murakami hasn’t described someone jacking off yet. Makes me suspect this is ghost written, couldn’t possibly be my boy Haruki

The year is 2029. I’m taking one last wistful look at my “Go Piss Girl” cross-stitch before putting it out at the garage sale

When it’s past 10pm and you’re watching Comedy Central in 2003

If you submit shit like “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen” to an editor after the invention of the telegraph they should exile your ass to St. Helena

Coffin Flop is just a modern retelling of As I Lay Dying

Stoner is an absolutely breathtaking novel with regard to its deeply personal point of view and depictions of interior life. A masterclass in a midcentury application of stoicism. And by that I mean the main character gets to be stoic but also fuck a TA who’s not his bitch wife

(Reading my first Noam Chomsky book) man that was illuminating. US hegemony has done some awful things

(Picks up second Noam Chomsky book) so he’s still talking about Guatemala huh