...i was never able to feel at the time that i was wronging you in any way. what i was doing seemed entirely natural to me-though i can only imagine that it was not the real me that felt that way. could this be true though? is the answer really so simple? and if so, what, then, is the real me?do i have any sound basis for concluding that the me who is now writing this letter is the "real me"? I was never able to believe that firmly in my "self", nor am i able to today... haruki murakami, the wind up bird chronicle some sketches