All of it piles up in his awareness, unavoidable, and he sighs. "It's as if my past is a closed book, that everyone can read but me. And everyone's very good at talking as if the book matters. No offence intended, of course."

Wait, he doesn't think the holes in his past matter? They're just crossing the main street towards Inokashira Park, which stretches out black and silent in the night.