"You are the sun in reverse, all energy flows into you and is abolished; you refuse houses, you smell of catastrophe, I see you blind and one-handed, flashing in the dark, trees breaking under your feet, you demand, you demand I lie mutilated beside you; beneath us there are sirens, fires, the people run squealing, the city is crushed and gutted, the ends of your fingers bleed from 1000 murders Putting on my clothes again, retreating, closing doors I am amazed / I can continue to think, eat, anything How can I stop you Why did I create you"

- Margaret Atwood