I'm narrating in reverse as I recall the trips to Kyoto and Nara last March. No rules. No words.
Nakata is a quirky, almost comic, hero in Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore", a story about growing up and running away, the psychic complexes and metaphors that punctuate our relationships, the unconscious flotsam and jetsam that populate our waking daydreams, and the host of other magical undercurrents that infuse life and the labyrinths we create in that journey.
Curiously, I bought and read the novel only after the trips. I'm still in reverse mode, I guess. But I still haven't developed the ability to purr. For now.