Japanese Bird Cooking Spaghetti.

I absolutely love that last sentence- and this is where Murakami's genius really shines. Something about it feels absolutely clever, but at the same time, it reads like something laughably bad- like an intended parody of modern fiction or it's just plain meant to read like bad fiction. It's a strange form of metonymy. Obviously, there is no similarity between spaghetti and loneliness. And yet, the main character's obsession with spaghetti and the things he thinks about while eating and cooking it reveal it as a really surreal escape from past regrets and mistakes: the detritus of an unhappy life. Then to end on this note, something feels absolutely brilliant on how it concludes on this note after the plot has concluded, and yet the fact that Murakami's use of spaghetti is we'd never dream of associating with loneliness.

...nah, to be honest, I wasn't thinking of anything of the above analysis I'd written while I read this. I was laughing the whole time considering who this was coming from and how it fits humorously when you think about it with "JAPANESE BIRD COOKING SPAGHETTI". Still, reading it seriously or with my brain switched off seems to get me laughing at the final sentence, and with or without Japanese bird cooking spaghetti, also.

Didn't you hear me?! I said I'm cooking spaghetti, LEAVE ME ALONE!

(side note: now u are a bird?)

This is her.