What would tomorrow bring? I wondered. Both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. What would become of me tomorrow I did not know.
In the quote from Haruki Murakami's "South of the Border, West of the Sun," the narrator reflects on the uncertainty of the future while contemplating the nature of existence. With both hands on the wheel of his car and his eyes closed, he experiences a disconnect between his mind and body, feeling as if his physical form is merely a temporary vessel. This moment of introspection leads him to ponder what...