I wake up, but where? I don't just think this, I actually voice the question to myself: "Where am I?" As if I didn't know: I'm here. In my life. A feature of the world that is my existence.

“Can I be honest with you, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? I mean, really, really, really hone…”

“Fa quatre-cents anys, la gent veia la mateixa lluna que veiem nosaltres.”

“Mañana lloverá porque un oso polar se ha comido las estrellas.”

“Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, ho…”