I never lie, but that does not mean that I am honest. Truth is as much about what is not said as what is. You could read all of this and think that you know me, but you do not know me.

On the other hand, today I witnessed a lie that was the most honest thing I have ever encountered. It was called Caroline, or Change: a play, or a musical, or an opera, whatever it might be.

It has been open for days; its performers have been in other shows; its authors have scripted other works; I was near the back row, with dozens of heads between me and the stage. And yet, I had the feeling that it was created from nothing—from everything—just for me, that everyone else vanished when the lights went down and the washing machine began to sing the truth.