“I never thought about the past. I lived in a perpetual present, and I was gradually forgetting my story.”
“ for a very long time, the days went by, each one, just like the day before, then I began to think, and everything changed. Before, nothing happened other than this repetition of identical, gestures, and time seemed to stand still, even if I was vaguely aware that I was growing, and that time was passing.”
~ I Who Have Never Known Men















