In a world of bullshit, nonsense, absurdity, institutional gaslighting, and more bullshit, what is it to be called upon to tell the truth, nothing but the truth. In his essays, his confessions, Montaigne describes truth as something to be sought, not fixed: "I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.” Seeking is ubiquitous with philosophy's becomings. Who doesn’t bullshit themselves to simply get through a day? To later become asleep. Bullshitting is also a journey towards the outcome of bed. I read on social media, the platform of bullshit and horror, how anyone who fakes a smile are prone to binge drinking. Suggesting what? Fake smile leads to binge drinking. Fake smile = repression/masking. Binge drinking = access to what’s behind the smile. Or further mendacity. Binge drinking = a way to avoid a fake smile, now replaced with sloppy grimace. Falsity of the face drives people to reach for further self-medication. These are approaches, unconscious or conscious, to get through another bullshit day, one begets the other. Apparently a credible witness is one who’s unrehearsed, not totally clear on dates and times. Polite. At the end of the bottle hints a smile.