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“After long conversations like these, I feel smarter. And smart is always a good feeling,” I said, as I placed my teh tarik kurang manis back onto the table in front of me. Everything was splashed with hues of orange and yellow spilled by bright filaments in a little musical eatery owned by Haji Noh. I was, after a long period of dullness and losing sense of life direction, able to reunite with old friends—a Scorpio songbird, an enthusiastic reader, and The Sheep Man.
The Sheep Man—so disparate from its fictional counterpart, lived in the universe created by Haruki Murakami—does not dress in sheep skin, and does not ask people to dance, dance, dance. Instead, there is a vast knowledge inside his head, and as conversations grows and flows from the topic of musical theory, to art films, to politics, to social media, to songwriting process, to neuroscience, and to Murakami himself…
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