murakami
we talked about horses all the way home.what color horse she liked. what name she'd give it. where she would like to ride to. where the horse would sleep. I put her in the apartment elevator and headed for work. what would tomorrow bring? I wondered. both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. what would become of me tomorrow I did not know. buying my daughter a horse-the idea took on an unexpected urgency. I had to buy it for her before things disappeared. before the world fell to pieces.