The taxi’s radio was tuned to a classical FM broadcast. Janacek’s Sinfonietta - probably not the ideal music to hear in a taxi caught in traffic. The middle-aged driver didn’t seem to be listening very closely, either. With his mouth clamped shut, he stared straight ahead at the endless line of cars stretching out on the elevated expressway, like a veteran fisherman standing in the bow of his boat, reading the ominous confluence of two currents. Aomame settled into the broad back seat, closed her eyes, and listened to the music.
1Q84
1Q84
-
whatwouldgodotdo reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
-
fayeuhngnihnwah reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
-
whatwouldgodotdo reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
-
ashe-brownson reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
-
outflux reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
-
sonipaul liked this
-
forgotmyhead liked this
-
mcskinney liked this
-
hnry-smrt liked this
-
the-stig liked this
-
theloneranger liked this
-
urlsareannoying reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
-
anotherword liked this
-
themrowspyjamas reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
-
vanquecia liked this
-
saku444manoia liked this
-
captainprimrose liked this
-
trulymadlyme liked this
-
youmightfindyourself posted this
