I imagine my search will continue—somewhere. A search for something that could very well be shaped like a door. Or maybe something closer to an umbrella, or a doughnut. Or an elephant. A search that, I hope, will take me where I’m likely to find it.

Where I’m Likely to Find It

by Haruki Murakami
Translated, from the Japanese, by Philip Gabriel

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