Low-res Murakami
"I don't really have a style. I imitate whoever I'm reading at the time," I said, a little uncomfortably. I didn't remember how we had gotten on to the subject of my writing, and I wanted to change topics as soon as politely possible. "Your style is imitation, then. Pastiche." She said. I laughed. "Yeah, I guess. That's a way of putting it." I was going to change the subject then, ask her about her earrings or if she was watching any good TV shows, but she was staring at me so solemnly that I couldn't work up the nerve. After a brief silence, she said, "Really though, that's your style, isn't it?" "Yes," I said, "I suppose it is." "And your content? Do you imitate their content, too?" That was a tricky question. She was being persistent, so I gave a longer answer. Maybe if I spoke for long enough, she would get bored and switch to a different topic for me. "That's tricky.