We Die

“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 by 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.” 

~ Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient