Things are not what they seem, Aomame repeated mentally. “What do you mean by that?” she asked with knitted brows. The driver chose his words carefully: “It’s just that you’re about to do something out of the ordinary. Am I right? People do not ordinarily climb down the emergency stairs of the Metropolitan Expressway in the middle of the day—especially women.” “I suppose you’re right.” “Right. And after you do something like that, the everyday look of things might seem to change a little. Things may look different to you than they did before. I’ve had that experience myself....
Note: "please remember: things are not what they seem" ... and so it begins :)
“There is always, as I said, only one reality,” the driver repeated slowly, as if underlining an important passage in a book. “Of course,” Aomame said. He was right. A physical object could only be in one place at one time. Einstein proved that. Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.
Note: "Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely."
His eyes were wide open in apparent surprise, as if his last act had been to witness something utterly amazing. They showed neither fear nor pain, only pure surprise. Something out of the ordinary was happening to him, but he could not comprehend what it was—a pain, an itch, a pleasure, or a divine revelation? There were many different ways of dying in the world, perhaps none of them as easy as this.
Note: going from life to death and not being aware of it... well, there's definitely worse ways to die
here I go, out of the dead man’s room and back to the real world. Time to adjust the atmospheric pressure.
Note: ha! :)