Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
David Mitchell...itโs not just the person who fills a house, itโs their Iโll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
David Mitchell