The majority of people dismiss those things that lie beyond the bounds of their own understanding as absurd and not worth thinking about. I myself can only wish that my stories were, indeed, nothing but incredible fabrications. I have stayed alive all these years clinging to the frail hope that these memories of mine were nothing but a dream or a delusion. I have struggled to convince myself that they never happened. But each time I tried to push them into the dark, they came back stronger and more vivid than ever. Like cancer cells, these memories have taken root in my mind and eaten into my flesh.
In Haruki Murakami's "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle," the narrator reflects on how people often dismiss experiences and facts that challenge their understanding, viewing them as nonsensical. This tendency creates a barrier to exploring deeper truths, leading to a sense of isolation for those who have encountered extraordinary events. The narrator reveals a personal struggle, wishing that his own unsettling memories were mere figments of imagination rather than vivid recollections.
Despite his...
