ce n'est pas

...He played a lot of chess...

He searched a lot. Maybe somebody already said what he wanted to say. He searched for it. Though he knew the words weren't his... The were stolen, and they were empty. God said why. It could have been funny. He searched for that too. Did he ever feel like he was chained? Did he ever feel trapped? Trapped by fate? Why, he felt it was just so much of a tour bus, he gave directions to the driver, but if the driver turned on a street he said to, wasn't it only by coincidence? Wasn't it? So many wrong turns made, it was statistically improbable. Maybe it was okay to show only a reflection of what really was him.

He supposed.

I guess that was the only thing that kept him distracted.