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

“Like it or not, I'm here now, in the year 1Q84. The 1984 that I knew no longer …”

“It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real…”

“With my own hands, I had to construct this thing I called ‘I’ –or, rather, make…”

“We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it…”