boys playing on the shore

connections between “kafka on the shore” and the hyyh trilogy

Kafka On The Shore & “Butterfly”

Keep in mind that “Butterfly” is a song whose entire production (lyrics, production,and arrangement) was led by BangPD himself. It can only be suspected that he wrote it with the intentions of it properly reflecting the entirety of the HYYH series.

Not only was there a blatant allusion to the novel in the lyrics to Namjoon’s verse:

심장은 메마른 소리를 내
꿈인지 현실인지 알 수 없네
나의 해변의 카프카
저기 숲으로 가진 말아줘
내 마음은 아직 너 위에 부서져
조각조각 까맣게 녹아 흘러
(난 그냥 이대로 증발하고 싶어)
내 사랑은 영원인 걸
It’s all free for you baby

My heart lets out a barren sound
I cannot tell whether this is a dream or reality
My Kafka on the shore,
Don’t go to the forest over there
My heart is still shattering above you
Piece by piece, they darkly melt
(I just want to evaporate like this)
My love is eternal
It’s all free for you baby

But the entire song was reminiscent of the novel. If you look at the lyrics closely, you can actually see that they were inspired by the scene of Kafka’s and Miss. Saeki’s final meeting.

For those who have never read the novel, I’ll try my best to sum this part up (though I truly recommend that you read it for yourself, as there’s so many details in this novel that makes it impossible for me to just merely paraphrase Murakami’s writing): In this scene, Kafka travels deep into a forest and enters a parallel universe in the form of a small cabin town in the middle of the dense woods. In this place, time and memory do not matter. After spending a night within one of the cabins, he wakes up to the image of a fifteen year old girl cooking in the kitchen. This girl is the younger form of Miss. Saeki, who outside of this parallel universe was Kafka’s lover and (possible) long lost mother. However within this world, the fifteen year old Miss. Saeki has no clue of the relationship she would have with him later in her age and does not even know her own name.

The first obvious connection between this scene and the lyrics of “Butterfly” is that upon laying eyes on this girl, Kafka wants to reach out and touch her- he has not seen Miss. Saeki (in either forms) in weeks at this time and has longed to see her even if it’s just through a dream. But he can’t bring himself to and out of disbelief, even asks her later on if he would see her again and if she was going to suddenly disappear -> “I still can’t believe it. All of this seems like a dream. Don’t try to disappear. If I touch you, would you fly away and shatter? I’m scared of that”

More connections comes with the “real” Miss. Saeki’s appearance into this parallel world. In reality, while Kafka was deep in the forest, Miss. Saeki passed away after ordering an other character to burn (thus erase) her memories which were in the forms of various papers and files. Her essence enters this strange world where time does not matter to tell Kafka to leave the forest and return to real life, even if it meant returning to a world that did not care for him. She also asks him to take the painting entitled “Kafka on the Shore” that was hung in his room in the library (in the real world, Miss. Saeki owned a library that Kafka stumbled upon after running away from home to escape his father and prophecy- sleeping with his mother and sister, killing his father. Kafka ended up working there and thus lived in the library). She tells him that the painting was originally supposed to be his and that he was at the scene that the painting depicts- revealing the memory of his mother (who had left him early in his life) that he had always struggled to recall. While doing so, she walks up to the window and blocks her eyes from the sunlight with her hand -> “My Kafka on the Shore, don’t go to that forest over there. Your eyebrows that slightly grimace at the sunlight. Your downy hair that gently wavers. I’m intoxicated by your scene, my heart tickles” 

Kafka On The Shore & BTS’ Films/Music Videos

1) In the HYYH series, Jungkook plays a boy that ran away from home

Similarly, in Kafka On The Shore, Kafka Tamura runs away from home at the age of fifteen- which is the age that Jungkook joined BTS. Also the opening line to “Begin”, his solo, is “the fifteen year old me that had nothing”.

2) Kafka runs away from home, as previously stated, to escape a prophecy in which he is to kill his father and sleep with his long lost mother and sister. Throughout the plot, he finds that his fate is one that cannot be escaped. And so, the way he kills his father is very peculiar (it was not he that directly killed his father but his consciousness that was transferred inside another man’s body) . He randomly wakes up in the middle of thick brush with his body sore. He goes into a nearby restroom and finds that on the front of his shirt there was something dark, shaped “like a huge butterfly with wings spread”. Kafka soon finds out that it’s blood.

This somewhat matches up with the image of Jungkook waking up in the BST Japanese version MV.

3) Also, in HYYH on stage: prologue, Namjoon is seen writing “you have to survive” in the condensation

The phrase “살아남아야 한다” can be suspected to replicate the Korean translation of what The Boy Named Crow (a metaphysical alter ego of Kafka) repeatedly tells Kafka throughout the novel: “넌 지금부터 이 세상에서 가장 터프한 열다섯 살 소년 되어야해. 무슨 일이 있어도 그렇게 하지 않으면 네가 이 세상에서 살아나 없으니까” -> “From now on- no matter what- you’ve got to be the world’s toughest fifteen year old. That’s the only way you’re going to survive”

With Namjoon’s own individual symbol (like how Hoseok is seen with pills or how Jin is seen with a polaroid camera) being this phrase, there’s actually a theory that his character is “The Boy Named Crow” of the story. With this phrase appearing in Jin’s short film, it’s as if Namjoon is telling him that you have to become strong throughout all these hardships in order to survive.

4) For both BTS and Kafka, the shore/the sea is a source of happiness, hope, and youth.

For Kafka Tamura, the only memory he had of being happy was from when he was a toddler, at the beach with his family. However, the memory is faint as with all childhood experiences, and so he is only able to recall it through the one picture he has of that moment

It’s much like how BTS finds their escape through the shoreline. There, they’re able to act like kids and enjoy their youth- though they know that they will have to face adulthood and maturation as soon as they leave. It’s like how Jin looks as the polaroid of him with the rest of the boys and says “one day we will smile together like we did in that photo”. It’s like how Miss. Saeki stares at the painting of “Kafka On The Shore” every night and finds hope to live.

5) For both Kafka and BTS, their fate is inescapable.

Though Kafka tries so hard to run away from his prophecy, he still ends up fulfilling it. However, by the end of the novel, he finds himself lifted from his burden and instead, apart of a “brand new world”. He is the toughest fifteen year old, he is an adult.

And though BTS may long to be forever young, they still find themselves falling into temptation and sin and thus maturation. However, by the end of the story, maybe they’ll find themselves as adults or maybe it would be just Jin WHO KNOWS?

But of course: all of this doesn’t mean that BTS’ story is directly following Kafka On The Shore’s plot but it’s just interesting to be wary of all the similarities and parallels :)

Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Ichimatsu 11 - Rental Family

Ichimatsu: There there, kitty.  

Cat: Meow. 

Ichimatsu: Look it’s a stalk of foxtail. Is that fun? 

Cat: Meow! Meow! Meow! 

Ichimatsu: So that is fun. 

Cat: Meow! Meow meow meow! 

Ichimatsu: Hmm? What have you found? This is… Some kind of… screw? 

Cat: Meow? 

Ichimatsu: Hey, this isn’t food. I’ll feed you later, so hold on for now. 

Cat: Meow! 

Ichimatsu: Still why is something like this…? …Well, whatever. 

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I'm gonna be serious for just a moment right now

A popular question that writers seem to get is “what made you want to be a writer?” and the answer is usually about having passion for it and using it as a creative outlet.

I remember being in my teenage years and reflecting on my life a lot. I didn’t have the easiest childhood and I actually had a lot of experiences that most people thankfully don’t have. I haven’t had the easiest early adulthood either. And because of this, I often saw myself as someone who was broken. Reading was an escape for me and finding characters that I was able to relate to became a sort of salvation. I saw these characters rise up from their experiences and become strong, empowered, and unapologetic. I was able to realize that character development was a real thing, that it was something that turned even the unlikeliest characters into heroes.

And suddenly I wanted to be written about. I wanted someone to notice me, to take a look and say “this is a girl who has been through hell. I can write about her.” I wanted my tragedies to be spilled, to show the world how cruel people could be and how things could be torn apart. I wanted someone to write about the fierceness I still held against injustice and the kindness that I still carried in my heart despite it. I wanted my soft soul to be written, not as something fragile and weak but as something warm and full of strength. I wanted to be written, not as a perfect character, but as a real one. As someone who was very much imperfect, who still made mistakes along the way, who cried in frustration, who still felt alone in the middle of the night, but also someone who made their best effort to be a shoulder to cry on for others, who did their best to help when they could, who took negativity and tried to turn it into something much more beautiful. 

For years I just wanted to be a girl others wrote about. 

And one day I realized that I was wasting my time waiting. Why wait for someone to write about me when I could turn myself into a story? When I could take everything I’ve been through and share it with the world myself? I found my peace in taking my demons and turning them into words where they could no longer cause me heartache the same way. I found my sanity at the beach, sitting with a small journal and a pen and writing about a boy I loved as the waves played with the shore. I found inspiration in small snippets of emotions written on the back of chinese takeout napkins. I took my writing everywhere I went, sometimes in journals, other times simply as notes on my phone. I am so full of love and emotions and I own my story.

Because I’ve felt everything. I have felt every heartache, every frustration, every single moment I have wanted to scream. I have felt every burst of happiness and every single moment of tranquility. I know how my mind works, why I made decisions I’ve made, and how they’ve made me who I am. And so I stopped waiting to be written about by others. 

Who better to write my story than me? 

Farmer’s Delight

Bill always worked the field from sun up to sun down. Living his life on a lonely farm, working all day was the only way he could get through his day. No woman had presented himself to Bill so he went on with his life.

One day, while working in the corn fields, Bill saw over the hill something moving in the lake. Confused as to why someone was on his land, he moved closer to see who it was. Bill was taken off guard as the first thing he noticed was that the one ripple he saw was actually two ripples.

It was hard tell from a distance but Bill saw two 20 something year old boys playing in the lake, all of their clothes on the shore. Bill moved as close as he could without being seen. And good thing he did because just as he found himself on an old tire pile, did the boys begin to embrace in the shallow water.

Bill could see them clearly now, the first man was taller than the other, his hair a golden auburn color. The other a bit shorter but more muscular and hairier, with thick black hair covering his head in a beard that almost connected to the mat of hair on perfect chest to his nicely trimmed pubes.

Bill sat himself down on an old tire, making himself comfortable, hoping that the guys won’t see him.

The guys began to kiss passianately, their hands tugging on each other’s semi-erect cocks. Bill could feel his own cock pulsate below his overalls. His hand toyed with the snake is his pants for a few minutes as the guys in the water spread apart and the taller one bent to his knees, licking the hairy one’s prick ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving breaking contact as he began to take in more and more of his cock.

Bill pulled out his cock from his overalls, spit into his hands and got to work, pretending that sweet hairy boy was toying with his balls.

The guys in the water were getting heavier when the tall one turned the hairy one around and plunged his face straight into the hairy ass of the shorter one. Bill could hear the lapping sounds and moans coming from the water.

Bill’s balls began to tighten to his body, moans slipping from his mouth, just below the threshold of being heard. The tall man then removed his tongue from the hairy one’s hole and spat onto his own cock and plunged it into the hairy one’s pink hole. A scream of pleasure echoed through the valley as the tall one took increasingly faster strokes into his hole.

Bill couldn’t take it anymore, just when the tall one pulled put his cock out of his ass and shot a load up his back, Bill shot a huge load straight onto his hairy chest. A little actually spilling onto his beard. Once his balls were empty he stayed laying upon the tires, his body now exhausted, his breathe heavy as the hairy one was jerked off to cumming into the clear water.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
—  Sir Issac Newton
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if you liked Captain Charming, you should try

Lieutenant Shepherd

David and Killian grew up together near the village of Longbourn. The boys would play by the shore whenever David and his mother came to market. Despite their own poverty, Ruth always made sure to bring some extra food for Killian and his older brother, who were eking out an existence on their own as orphans.

Over the years, the two boys grew to become close friends. More than once, David helped Killian out of a scrape that typically arose when Killian picked a fight with someone bigger (as most were). And more than once, Killian’s resourcefulness helped David get by, especially after his father died, leaving him the man of the house.

Eventually, Killian’s brother joined the King’s navy and Killian came to live with David and Ruth. Over the next couple years, they worked hard side-by-side and shared their hopes and dreams with each other: of heroism, of adventure, of love.

But Killian could not deny the call of the sea, and though he’d come to view David and Ruth as family, he missed his brother. So once he was of age, he too enlisted in the Navy.

The day he left was an emotional one. Ruth cried and hugged him close, wishing him well, praying for his protection, and commenting on how grown-up he looked in his uniform.

David, though, didn’t know what he’d do without his best friend—especially knowing that they may never see each other again. He was happy for his friend to go off in search of his dreams, but he had selfishly hoped they could do that together.

He tried to play it cool by only offering Killian a handshake, which lasted for all of two seconds before they embraced in a brotherly hug. No words were spoken; none were needed.

They broke apart, nodded at each other in understanding, and then Killian turned to make the walk into town.

But he paused just before taking to the road to look back at the family that he’d somehow become a part of, praying that he’d see them again someday and if not, then hoping they knew how much their (especially David’s) friendship had meant to a little lost boy.

He waved before walking away for the last time and boarding a ship, never to see Longbourn again.

(They both stumbled upon adventure, heroism, and love in their own ways, but their paths didn’t cross again until some years and a strange curse later, in a small town in the Land without Magic.

David tried to pretend he was angry that his best friend was dating his daughter, but…he wasn’t.)

I think this stemmed from a convo with @thesschesthair, @xpumpkindumplingx, and @optomisticgirl; tagging the rest of the crew: @kat2609 @nfbagelperson @gusenitsaa @lynyrdwrites @captainswanismyendgame @fergus80 @shipsxahoy @mryddinwilt @cocohook38 @annytecture @xhookswenchx @wingedlioness @fairytalesandtimetravel @disastergirl @laschatzi @ive-always-been-a-pirate @jscoutfinch @stubble-sandwich @phiralovesloki @swankkat @athenascarlet

A CS/Snook Fic: Snow Bridge

So after writing Ice Melt, I was still feeling like I had more to say about Snow and Hook’s post season 3 relationship and the things they have in common. I am doubtful we’ll get anything much on the show, so I’m doing it myself.

Summary: Emma is called away while she and Killian are babysitting for her parents. Snow returns early from her night out, surprising Killian, and the two commiserate over a common circumstance in their past that changed both their lives. 

Rating: PG/K+
~3700 words
AO3/FF.net

There are more notes at the end about something I don’t want to spoil here.

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“I thought for sure Neal was going to be up all night,” Emma groused as she sat heavily next to Killian, tipping her head back over the edge of the couch with a sigh. “It’s like they sugared him up just in time for us to watch him,” she continued, rubbing her face with both hands and yawning.

“I wouldn’t put it past your father, darling,” Killian replied, open book in hand, sparing Emma a quick glance as he turned the page. They’d offered their services to watch Emma’s baby brother so her parents could celebrate their anniversary with a night out for dinner. Sheriff Swan was still on call, so she brought Killian along in case something came up and she had to leave. Other than the baby being very much awake and interested in every move his sister and Killian made, the night had been without incident.

Emma scooted away from Killian so she could lay down, her head on his thigh, and her legs dangling over the arm of the couch. She reached over, plucked the book out of his hand, and set it down on the floor as she looked at him, upside down, with a rather silly grin. Perhaps she had shared whatever sugary treat she accused her parents of giving her brother. Killian huffed, and leaned over to pick up the book again but Emma stopped him with her hand to his chest before he could squash her head with his body on the way down.

“I was going to take advantage of the quiet, love. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve read a book for pleasure?” he asked, thoroughly put out.

“Well, if it’s pleasurable activities you are looking for, Captain, I am here on my back,” she suggested with a wink.

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HIDDEN VISIONS

A BLURRED VISION OF ENDLESS PLAINS,
ALL I CAN SEE IS THE LONE BAY THROUGH MY TIRED EYES.
DOWN AT THE SHORE THERE’S A GUITAR PLAYING BOY,
MUCH TO MY SUPRISE.

CUTE CURLY’S SINGING SOME SWEET SONG.
I’LL CATCH A SINGLE VERSE ON MY WAY ALONG.
OCTOBER IS JUST A KISS AWAY,
I JUST WISH THAT I COULD STAY.

BUT THERE’S SOMETHING DRIVES ME ON,
SOME STRANGE URGE,
SORRY I CAN’T LISTEN FURTHER TO THY SONG.
  
THERE IS A SECRET PLAN INSIDE MY MIND,
THAT’S YOUR SMILE MY DEAR, SHINING BRIGHT SO FAR AWAY, 
ON THAT SHORE I CAN NO LONGER STAY.

BLURRED VISION SLOWLY FADES,
LIKE SUNSHINE’S COMING THROUGH DARK SHADES.
TIME TO WORK ON THAT HIDDEN PLAN.
IT WILL TAKE SOME TIME TO GET IT DONE.
I’LL DO IT AS FAST AS IF I CAN.

SO PLEASE BE PATIENT, IM STILL A PATIENT,
TRYING TO WORK OUT ON A PATENT.
THERE STILL A LOT OF ISSUES,
NOTHING REALLY VICIOUS.
IN THE END I’LL BE VICTORIOUS.
IT’S ALL MENT FOR THE BEST OF US.

THE SECRET PLAN’S NO LONGER BLURRED OR HIDDEN.
IT’S RIGHT BEFORE MY NOW CLEARED SIGHT.
STEP BY STEP I’LL GET FURTHER TO YOU DEAR,
MY GOAL IS YOU, YOUR SIMILE IS SHINING BRIGHT…

Albert Edelfelt - Leikkiviä poikia rannalla (Boys Playing on the Shore) 1884

The sea has always been an important element to me because I’ve lived close to it my whole life. I guess that’s why this painting speaks to me. I can almost smell the muddy and salty water and feel the breeze on my skin as I look at this picture.

The boys are playing with bark boats but they only have one stick. It looks to me like the other two are waiting for their turn while the eldest of them is playing with his boat. I like how the youngest looking boy has folded his pants up as high as possible though the water is quite shallow. :D