Illustration to accompany Haruki Murakami's short story, "Last Lawn in the Afternoon."
"I'm sure you must want many things from me,” my girlfriend had written, “but I myself just can't conceive that there's anything in me you'd want.”
All I wanted, it came to me, was to mow a good lawn. To give it a once-over with the lawn mower, rake up the clippings, and then trim it nice and even with the clippers- that's all. And that, I can do. Because that's the way I feel it ought to be done.