"Are we by chance a lie? (…) The characters in a literary work (…) a film that lasts barely an instant (…) the thoughts of a madman? Perhaps one of us is real and others, his hallucination (…) Perhaps we are a printing error that has inadvertently slipped by (...) Perhaps we are a premonition - the image formed in someone's mind long before the events in which we participate in real life take place. Perhaps we are a fortuitous event that has not yet occurred, which is barely gestating in the cracks of time, or a future event that has not yer occurred.
We are an incomprehensible sign drawn on a moist windowpane on a rainy afternoon. We are the memory, nearly lost, of a remote event. We a...