{"text":"My world foreshortened, flattening into a credit card. Seen head on, things seemed merely skewed, but from the side the view was virtually meaningless--a one-dimensional wafer. Everything about me may have been crammed in there, but it was only plastic. Indecipherable except to some machine.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["credit-card","identity","plastic","self"],"id":258045,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"}