AN EXCERPT FROM THE ICEMAN.

"I love you, he says. I understand this well. The Iceman loves me.

But then, from some far-off place, a wind stirs and blows his white, frozen words away…away into the past..

I cry..Icy tears stream down my face..In our faraway, frozen home at the South Pole…

Now, there is almost nothin’ left of my former self.

Sometimes I forget that I ever even had it….."

— from The Iceman, in Vintage Murakami