"You lie, Sandburg!"

Days later the words still ring in my ears, though I can barely remember the context. It wasn't anything important -- I think I was telling a particularly lively "native customs" story in the break room, and he wasn't accusing me of anything, just expressing disbelief...

...it's my guilty conscience that keeps replaying his voice... I do lie. Do I lie? Why should I lie? I should lie...

And it's a lie only in what I'm not saying... a sin of omission rather than commission, as it were.

I guess the question is... are we better for it?