"That's the problem with seeing things. Nothing is clear. Feelings, ideas shape what's in front of you. Cézanne wanted the naked world, but the world is never naked. In my work, I want to create doubt." He stopped and smiled at me. "Because that's what we're sure of."
"Forgetting," I said, "is probably as much a part of life as remembering. We're all amnesiacs."
I knew that if I wasn't careful, the secret ... could fester like a sore. I also knew that I had to keep it. Nothing would come of confession, except my own relief.