MURIKAMI ORIGAMI

Hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world

“I thought about rain myself. A mist so fine, it almost wasn’t rain. Falling, ever fair, ever equal, it gradually covered my consciousness in a filmy, colorless curtain. Sleep has come. Now I could reclaim all I’d lost. What’s lost never perishes. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to sleep. Bob Dylan was singing A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall, over and over."