After the quake blind willow, sleeping woman dance dance dance

That person may be very close. Somewhere you can walk to from here
. 
Fuka-Eri had said this. Which is why I went out to look for her. And came inside 
this bar. What other things did she say?
Do not worry. Even if you cannot find that person, that person will find you
. 
Just as Tengo was searching for Aomame, Aomame was searching for him. Tengo 
hadn’t really grasped that. He had been caught up in 
himself
searching for her. It had 
never occurred to him that Aomame might be looking for 
him
too. 
I perceive and you receive
. 
This was also something Fuka-Eri had said. She perceives it, and Tengo receives it. 
But Fuka-Eri only made clear what she perceived when she felt like it. Whether she 
was operating on some principle or theory, or merely acting on a whim, Tengo 
couldn’t tell. 
Again Tengo remembered the time they had intercourse. The beautiful seventeen-
year-old climbed on top of him and put his penis inside her. Her ample breasts moved 
lithely in the air, like ripe fruit. She closed her eyes in rapture, her nostrils flaring with 
desire. Her lips formed something that didn’t come together as actual words. He could 
see her white teeth, her pink tongue darting out from between them every now and 
then. Tengo had a vivid memory of that scene. His body may have been numb, but his 
mind was clear. And he had a rock-hard erection. 
But no matter how clearly he relived the scene in his head, Tengo didn’t feel any 
stir of sexual excitement. And it didn’t cross his mind to want to have sex with her 
again. He hadn’t had sex for the nearly three months since that encounter. More than 
that, he hadn’t even come once. For him this was quite unusual. He was a healthy, 
thirty-year-old single guy, with a normal sex drive, the sort of desire that had to be 
taken care of one way or another. 

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Still, when he was in Kumi Adachi’s apartment, in bed with her, her pubic hair 
pressing against his leg, he had felt no desire at all. His penis had remained flaccid the 
whole time. Maybe it was the hashish. But that wasn’t the reason, he decided. On that 
stormy night when he had had sex with Fuka-Eri, she had taken 
something
important 
away, from his heart. Like moving furniture out of a room. He was convinced of it.