September 1973, that's where this novel begins. That's the entrance. We'll just hope there's an exit. If there isn't one, there wouldn't be any point in writing anything.

“I write weird stories. I don't know why I like weirdness so much. Myself, I'm a…”

“You've already decided what you're going to do, and all that's left is to set t…”

“And when you come back to Japan next summer, let's have that date or whatever y…”

“Come to think of it, she seemed awfully sure about those ten minutes: it was th…”