Murakami’s Welcome: The you who is not seeking anything

From the short book Novelist as a Vocation, by Haruki Murakami:

One bright April afternoon in 1978, I attended a baseball game at Jingu Stadium in downtown Tokyo…

I stretched out with a beer to watch the game. At the time there were no bleacher seats, just a grassy slope…

The satisfying crack when bat met ball resounded throughout Jingu Stadium. Scattered applause rose around me. In that instant, and based on no grounds whatsoever, it suddenly struck me: I think I can write a novel.

When I Became a Novelist
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