Guilt is never to be doubted.
~ Franz Kafka, In the Penal Colony
A bag of human body parts was found on a sidewalk not far from here. Yesterday at lunch, while chewing a bite of taco, I was asked if I’d heard anything more about the case. At just that moment I choked and had to find a cup of water and a chair to recover my equilibrium. The timing was uncanny: I could almost suspect myself of being the killer. As a child I used to imagine that I was the secret committer of all crimes. News of any infraction made me feel guilty: it was too easy to pretend that I had done it. But life teaches us not to overrate our abilities.