"I’ve kept everything bottled up for so many years that I almost forgot. I have all these memories from You. I don’t know my memories anymore… I’m trying to learn them back. I’m trying to understand You. Stuck here, I was occasionally offered glimpses of beauty: past, present and future. And you can lie to anybody but not to yourself. These memories flow through my brain into my soul. They are my fluid DNA. I am Toskovat, a cage in search of a bird. Sharing now all my humanity with all of humanity. These extraits de memoire, just like what inspired them, are non-linear. Sometimes brutal, somet