Just finished reading Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. I started reading and was struggling to try and uncover what is ‘actually’ happening in the physical plane; discerning between the ‘real’ the ‘surreal’ and the dream(scape).
But I began to wonder does the difference matter? How curious and willing was I to imagine the metaphysical possibilities into being?
I began to accept all things presented as both possible and impossible. Further clarity seemed unnecessary.
Even what is determined as ‘true’ (as existing within the more familiar physical plan) is just someone’s version of reality. Limited by the scope of what he/she imagines to be possible.