May 27, 2018
“Then it must be incredibly dangerous,” I said. “A deep well, but nobody knows where it is. You could fall in and that’d be the end of you.” “The end. Aaaaaaaah, splat. Finished.” “Things like that must actually happen.” “They do, every once in a while. Maybe once in two or three years. Somebody disappears all of a sudden, and they just can’t find him. So then the people around here say, ‘Oh, he fell in the field well.’” “Not a nice way to die,” I said. - Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood -