Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descendedmore deeply into chaos.

If you miss the bus, miss the train, you’d be left behind. So everyone says, let’s get on the train, let’s get on the bus and go faster and get rich... I just didn’t like that kind of lifestyle. I love to read books, to listen to music.

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.