Kafka on the beach, Murakami Kh.

I noticed that on the chest of the White T -shirt, something black was sticking, in shape - like a large butterfly with open wings. In the flickering light of the fluorescent lamp, it became clear: this is a dark red bloody spot. The blood is fresh, has not yet dried up. Quite a bit of. I tilted my head and sniffed the spot. No smell. Spray of blood - quite a bit - ended up on a dark blue shirt, where it was not so noticeable. And on a white T -shirt - so bright, fresh. A nightmare wandering on the maze of the soul - in the novel by Kharuki Murakami “Kafka on the beach.”