Why can’t I be?

I like the fact that Murakami (Haruki, of course) doesn’t need motives for whatever he wants, whatever crosses his beautiful mind.

He sometimes seems so helpless, yet so sure about what he’s about to do or say or think, that it makes you wonder…

Why can’t I be this sure?

Surse poze: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.