I was the goldfish that leapt out of the bowl.
A lie hides the truth. A story tries to find it.
There was no way to grasp the reality of the present which slid away each second, invisible as air; reality only existed after the fact, in one's vision of the past.
Life is all getting used to what you're not used to.
The truth came slowly like a story told by people interrupting each other.
The minute you become conscious that you are doing good, that's the minute you have to stop because from then on it's wrong.