There are experiences that do not allow for a rational explanation, memories that distort when we try to retrieve them, ideas that appear without asking for permission. Reality has this bad manners: it refuses to be ordered. In Life is not mathematics (La Magrana), Joan Miquel Oliver (Sóller, 1974) turns this impossibility of squaring the world into a literary principle. The seventy-seven micro-stories transit between anecdote, reflection, memory, and the absurd, without submitting to narrative conventions. Because disorder can also have a form.