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I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

Haruki Murakami

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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
Athletics Competitor
Essayist
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Novelist
Prosaist
Science Fiction Writer
Translator
University Teacher
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Kyōto
Murakami Haruki
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Ocean
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