Killing Commendatore

by Haruki Murakami

“We exchange parts of us with each other,” Menshiki explained. “I offer something of myself, and you offer something of yourself. It doesn’t have to be something valuable.

This doubt had been smoldering in a corner of my mind from the very start.

“The question then is whether or not an idea can be treated as an autonomous entity or not, right?”

The objective does not necessarily surpass the subjective, you know. Reality does not necessarily extinguish fantasy.”