Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

“One by one, with my own hands, I had to make this thing I called 'I'-- or, rath…”

“I can stab myself, but I can’t reach the knife to pull it out. And then everyth…”

“Judging from the spiderwebs clinging to it, the emergency stairway was hardly e…”

“I tell you, Mr. Okada, a cold beer at the end of the day is the best thing life…”