“I sit in the forest talking of death
which is monotonous:
though there are many ways of dying
there is only one death song,
the colour of mist:
it says Why Why I do not want revenge, I do not want expiation,
I only want to ask someone
how I was lost,
how I was lost I am the lost heart of a murderer
who has not yet killed,
who does not yet know he wishes
to kill.”
| — | Margaret Atwood |
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