Writings Yixin Lin

Norwegian Wood

I always forget how enjoyable reading is.

Wiping away the structure of your own life, forgetting everything that seemed important or relevant, hot-swapping in a whole mind… I’ve read once before that language is a form of mind control, since your brain simply can’t help but process words. (Try staring at these words without reading them, for instance).

A book is the perfect virtual reality setup, a contraption that replaces more than the senses; it injects thoughts into your brain through the sort of unadulterated, frictionless channel that film and other media can only jealously fantasize about.

In other news, Murakami is one sex-crazed dude.