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Japanese books about nothing

I adore Japanese fiction. The Eastern way, where feelings are guarded deeply but explored over internal monologues. There's a resonance there that vibrates deep in my bones.

During my youth's wild, insatiable days, I devoured an incessant diet of animes and mangas, as if they were the antidote for a poisoned existence. And then, I stumbled upon the literary geniuses: Haruki Murakami, Hiromi Kawakami, and the enigmatic Banana Hashimoto.

Their slice-of-life tales, a bizarre dance of nothingness and existential revelations, bestow upon me a tranquility, a respite from the chaotic world that suffocates the spirit. It's a sanctuary, an escape, a place where I find a peace I can't uncover anywhere else.

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