All these sticky spider webs of feelings came and engulfed me through the day. I slept half awake, floating in the space in between; semi conscious, aware of my slumber. At times I sank deeper and deeper and imagined myself meeting Nakata and watching him converse with a cat and hoping for fish rain. I woke up feeling strangely still as if in a dream and spent the subsequent hour reading Wind Up Bird Chronicle. At the end of it, I was Toru Okada, I had a well inside me where I went and yelled “The Emperor has donkeys’ ears”, every time I felt upset and sad. And the dark well swallowed up my thoughts in which she walked every day.