Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: "A Perfect Day For Kangaroos" - Haruki Murakami
A month can go by just like that. I could barely remember anythind I’d done the whole month. Sometimes it felt like I’d done a lot, sometimes like I hadn’t accomplished a thing. It was only when the guy came at the end of the month to collect money for the newspaper delivery that I realized a whole month had flown by.