Jan 4, 2023
βSecrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood. Itβs as if youβve eaten it like a bad candy, taken it into your mouth, let it melt sweetly on your tongue, then allowed it to slide down your throat like the reverse of uttering, a word dissolved into its glottals and sibilants, a slow intake of breathβ
And now itβs in you, secrecy. Ancient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet. It blooms in you, a poppy made of ink.β
- Margaret Atwood, excerpt of Secrecy from The Door
