Norwegian forest. Murakami Kh.

... in the evenings I sold records. And in the intervals, he absentmindedly watched the audience in front of the window. Families, couples, drunk, Yakuza, lively girls in mini-skirts, guys with Betniki beards, hostesses from bars and other incomprehensible people. It was worth putting rocks, hippies and loafers gathered at the store-some danced, someone sniffed a solvent, someone just sat on the asphalt. I generally stopped understanding what's what. "What is it? I thought. “What do they all want to say this?”

the novel of the classic of modern Japanese literature, who brought the author truly worldwide fame.