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Haruki Murakami on commonplace origin stories; or, Life on the cutting room floor

I love listening to The Lovin’ Spoonful. Their music is sort of laid back and never pretentious. Listening to this soothing music brings back a lot of memories of the 1960s. Nothing really special though. If they were to make a movie about my life – just the thought of which scares me – these would be the scenes they’d leave on the cutting room floor. “We can leave this episode out,” the editor would explain. “It’s not bad, but it’s sort of ordinary and doesn’t amount to much.”

Those kinds of memories – unpretentious, commonplace. But for me they’re all meaningful and valuable. As each of these memories flits across my mind, I’m sure I unconsciously smile, or give a slight frown. Commonplace they might be, but the accumulation of these memories has lead to one result: me. Me, here and now… sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.

Haruki MurakamiWhat I Talk About When I Talk About Running

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running is just as good the second time through, and is almost as good as The Lovin’ Spoonful to listen to while running.

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