You will be fierce as you read the events of that novel, is it purely composed of imagination? Or is it a vision that blended reality and its tragedies, with imagination to search for its events? But you will know when you move between its lines and pages that our imagination is often unable to pursue the reality that represents a mystery to us even if we claim to understand it ...
We may not find an explanation for what we are doing, and we may feel the sake of what we do, but the truth is that what we do is dependent on a past and present we seek to change, and a future that we know only is little.