Libro: Dance, Dance, Dance

Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami

Book 5 of 100

“Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you solve for yourself.”

Dansu, dansu, dansu.

Well, still trying to process this one.

It’s basically a weird, melancholy story about losing people, wandering around looking for answers, and trying to function when life just stops making sense.

People drop out of your life.

Relationships fizzle out.

And half the time, there’s zero closure or neat explanation for it.

Things just happen.

Murakami has this specific way of writing where everything feels dreamlike and slightly detached, but it somehow still hits close to home.

You don't always get a say in how things go. Sometimes the rhythm gets all messed up and you feel completely lost.

You just have to keep going anyway.

One foot in front of the other.

At least, that’s what I took away from it.

Dance, dance, dance.