Sublime

As he wrote, his mind was living in that world. Even when he lay down his pen and stood up from the desk, his mind remained there. There was a special sensation of his body and his mind beginning to separate, and he could no longer distinguish the real world from the fictional.

erudition.

all of them, Tengo would tell himself that this was not the place where he belonged. He had been mistakenly locked in a cage. Someday his real parents, guided by sheer good fortune, would find him.

Like a merciful cloak, paralysis enveloped his body.

temporality,

In order to protect myself and survive, I have to learn the rules of this place and adapt myself to them.

stymied

“Balzac, Dante, Joseph Conrad, Dickens,”

Maybe she doesn’t really exist, but just thinking about her makes my heart – my flesh and blood, my real heart – thump like mad. These feelings are as real as the blood all over my chest that awful night.