A Wild Sheep Chase (The Rat, #3)

by Haruki Murakami

She was at one with her ears, gliding down the oblique face of time like a protean beam of light. “You’re extraordinary,” I said, after catching my breath. “I know,” she said. “These are my ears in their unblocked state.”

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.