Starting Point

At some point, everything I used to live by, everything I believed in, stopped having any significance. My fake life—my makeshift card house—fell apart. I thought the worst thing was death. But no—what’s terrifying is the illusion of life, in which you lose your head to the events happening in it, go mad, and don’t even realize that it’s the illusion that’s killing you.

One day, waking up, I realized that my whole life was a lie.