Time had gone, and my memory did not exist, and I was unable to distinguish between what I had invented and what I had known, and I knew that what I had invented was all false.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.



034 Cinco segundos

Siempre que me siento en el asiento trasero de un coche vuelve el niño viajero.

Si viajásemos a la velocidad de la luz podríamos llegar en cinco segundos. Y en la película sucedía.

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