Dry Grass Ball

When you see the sea and a dry grass ball, I see sadness.
I miss Murakami and the way he describe this kind of view in agony.
Many book stores are closed recently.
(Maybe) people no longer enjoy books as much as people from decades ago do.
I can’t imagine what will happen decades later.
Human tends to adapt to the new things and forget the old.
And I see sadness inside a dry grass ball.

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