"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters
we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such
cartography—to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map
like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories,
communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience."
from: The English Patient
by: Michael Ondaatje
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