Aurora

“Did you know that we are being described right now in a book, like in Cervantes?” she asked. “Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.” “Yes. But they are imaginary characters. We’re real.” “How can we be both real and imaginary at the same time?” “Stick out your hand.” “I’d rather not.” “Oh, don’t be so skittish. Go ahead,” she said. I held out my open hand. And she pricked me in the palm with her fork. “Ouch.” “You see? You’re real.”
― Christian Kracht, Eurotrash