Just after reading Haruki Murakami's book, I suddenly realized that the protagonist in the book is the same age as me, and if I think about it, I am similar in age, there is no first love Izumi, no girlfriend with whom she can be brain-dissolved (even if she has a body, she does not cooperate), no bar, no Shimamoto, and there is one when Noriko falls (but it also exists in name only). In this way, I didn't even feel wrong, and life still rose and fell. Of course, sadness or something occasionally seeps out inexplicably, something nerve-wracking.
What is south of my border, west of the sun has never been.