“Those previous versions of herself were so distant now that remembering them was almost like remembering other people, acquaintances, young women whom she’d known a long time ago, and she felt such compassion for them. ‘I regret nothing,’ she told her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror, and believed it.”
—Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven
He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
- Is that what I’m doing here? I’m asking you for a favour?
- Yes, you are! You want something, that’s a favour!
"What are you thinking? What are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?"