As a narrator, Molloy is as unreliable as they come. He contradicts himself on every page. Often even within the same sentence:
"They looked alike, but no more than others do."
"I wasn't sure at the time and I'm still not sure, though I've hardly thought about it."
"I don't know. I knew it and I did it, that's all I know."
Nothing surrounding Molloy -- his identity, his world, his past, what he's doing, where he's going -- is certain. He lives in a great fog of confusion. We're never sure or what is real because Molloy doesn't know. He actively changes his memories. He lies.
In fact, everything is so uncertain and so contradictory that, in the end, Molloy simply comes to a standstill. When we last see him, he is lying in a ditch.
"Net result, I stayed where I was."
Further Reading
Molloy in Bloom: http://implicatedisorder.wordpress.com/2012/01/13/hello-world/
Molloy: As the Story was Told. Or not: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25781255
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