Just as some are destined to become a great leader, artist, or lover, so seem destined for a series of disjointed events.

If my life does have a purpose, it is only as an extra in the wonderful lives of others. I pass in the background, supplementing the image. With a bit of luck, I'll be the one who gets in the way of the main character, causing him to miss the train and get in touch with that lost French tourist, who turns out to be his true love.

Or maybe, if I don't overestimate myself, I'm everyone's comfort when they see me and think: it could always be worse. Would that be my role? Me, the benchmark? I'm ok with that. “See me and rejoice, for your fate is not nearly as bad. You're very welcome. No need to worry about me. I'll just stay right here, all the way down at the bottom. You see I...”

Oh, they're already gone.