I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try to catch time by the tail.
This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story.
But you have to choose: live or tell.
— Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea