Because you are never here but always there, I forget not you but what you look like You drift down the street in the rain, your face dissolving, changing shape, the colours running together My walls absorb you, breathe you forth again, you resume yourself, I do not recognize you You rest on the bed watching me watching you, we will never know each other any better than we do now
Margaret AtwoodI wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
Margaret AtwoodAll it takes,โ said Crake, โis the elimination of one generation. One generation of anything. Beetles, trees, microbes, scientists, speakers of French, whatever. Break the link in time between one generation and the next, and itโs game over forever.
Margaret Atwood