My existence began to worry me seriously. Was I not a simple spectre? - Jean-Paul Sartre

انسان خلاصه ای از آنچه داشته نیست بلکه خلاصه ای است از آنچه هنوز به آن نرسیده خلاصه ای از آنچه میتواند داشته باشد

I don't know where to go, I stay planted in front of the cardboard chef. I don't need to turn around to know they are watching me through the windows: they are watching my back with surprise and disgust; they thought I was like them, that I was a man, and I deceived them. I suddenly lost the appearance of a man and they saw a crab running backwards out of this human room. Now the unmasked intruder has fled: the show goes on.

Most of the time, because of their failure to fasten on to words, my thoughts remain misty and nebulous. They assume vague, amusing shapes and are then swallowed up: I promptly forget them.