There are only degrees of poison. And degrees of being poisoned. There are only varieties of lie. The lies we tell ourselves … The lies others tell us …
We wouldn’t know the truth. We wouldn’t be able to tell truth from lies. The truth would be entirely wasted on us, we who live by lies. Who have been fed nothing but lies.
We know the truth. We have an instinct. That’s what Livia always said.
Work in Progress 