Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami Page B

Butlet'sussayitdifferent. Ifyouweren'tcomingbackhere, thisplacewouldn'texist." The Sheep Man wrung his mitts. The shadow on the wall exag-gerated every gesture on a grand scale, a dark spirit poised to seize me from above.
    Like a bird returning to the nest? Well, it did have that feel about it. Maybe my life had been following this unspo-ken course all this time.
    "Sonow, yourturn," said the Sheep Man. "Tellus'boutyourself. Thishere'syourworld. Noneedstandingonceremony. Takeyourtime. Talkallyouwant."
    There in the dim light, staring at the shadow on the wall, I poured out the story of my life. It had been so long, but slowly, like melting ice, I released each circumstance. How I managed to support myself. Yet never managed to go any-where. Never went anywhere, but aged all the same. How nothing touched me. And I touched nothing. How I'd lost track of what mattered. How I worked like a fool for things that didn't. How it didn't make a difference either way. How I was losing form. The tissues hardening, stiffening from within. Terrifying me. How I barely made the connection to this place. This place I didn't know but had this feeling that I was part of. ... This place that maybe I knew instinctively I belonged to....
    The Sheep Man listened to everything without saying a word. He might even have been asleep. But when I was through talking, he opened his eyes and spoke softly. "Don'tworry. Youreallyarepartofhere, really. Alwayshavebeen, alwayswillbe. Itallstartshere, itallendshere. Thisisyour-place. It'stheknot. It'stiedtoeverything."
    "Everything?"
    "Everything. Thingsyoulost. Thingsyou'regonnalose. Everything. Here'swhereitalltiestogether."
    I thought about this. I couldn't make any sense of it. His words were too vague, fuzzy. I had to get him to explain. But he was through talking. Did that mean explanation was impossible? He shook his woolly head silently. His sewed-on ears flapped up and down. The shadow on the wall quaked. So massively I thought the wall would collapse.
    "It'llmakesense. Soonenough, it'llallmakesense. Whenthe-timecomes, you'llunderstand," he assured me.
    "But tell me one thing then," I said. "Why did the owner of the Dolphin Hotel insist on the name for the new hotel?"
    "Hediditforyou," said the Sheep Man. "Theyhadtokeep-thename, soyou'dcomeback. Otherwise, youwouldn'tbehere. Thebuildingchanges, theDolphinHotelstays. Likewesaid, it'sallhere. Webeenwaitingforyou."
    I had to laugh. "For me? They called this place the Dol-phin Hotel just for me?"
    "Darntootin'. Thatsostrange?"
    I shook my head. "No, not strange, just amazing. It's so out-ofthe-blue, it's like it's not real."
    "Oh, it'sreal," said the Sheep Man softly. "RealastheDolphinHotelsigndownstairs'sreal. Howrealdoyouwant?" He tapped the tabletop with his fingers, and the flame of the candle shuddered. "Andwe'rereallyhere. Webeenwaiting. Foryou. Wemadearrangements. Wethoughtofeverything. Everything, soyoucouldreconnect, witheveryone."
    I gazed into the dancing candle flame. This was too much to believe. "I don't get it. Why would you go to all the trou-ble? For me?"
    "Thisisyourworld," said the Sheep Man matter-of-factly. "Don'tthinktoohardaboutit. Ifyou'reseekingit, it'shere. The-placewasputhereforyou. Special. Andweworkedspeciallhard-togeyoubackhere. Tokeepthingsfromfallingapart. Tokeep-youfromforgetting."
    "So I really am part of something here?"
    "'Courseyoubelonghere. Everybody'sallinhere, together. Thisisyourworld," repeated the Sheep Man.
    "So who are you? And what are you doing here?"
    "WearetheSheepMan," he chortled. "Can'tyoutell? Wewearthesheepskin, andweliveinaworldhumanscan'tsee. Wewerechasedintothewoods. Longtimeago. Long, long-timeago. Canhardlyrememberwhatwewerebefore. Butsince-thenwebeenkeepingoutofsight. Easytodo, ifthat'swhatyou-want. Thenwecamehere, tolookaftertheplace. It'ssomewhere, outoftheelements. Thewoodsgotwildanimals. Knowwhatwemean?"
    "Sure," I said.
    "Weconnectthings. That'swhatwedo. Likeaswitchboard, weconnectthings.