Rheya Kelvin: Don’t blow it.
Chris Kelvin: [laughs] You start.
Rheya Kelvin: I did.
Chris Kelvin: Really? All right, I’m going to resist the impulse to ask you about the doorknob.
Rheya Kelvin: Do you always resist your impulses?
Chris Kelvin: Not always.
Rheya Kelvin: Try poetry.
Chris Kelvin: And death shall have no dominion…
Rheya Kelvin: Mm, Thomas. It’s not a very happy poem, though.
Chris Kelvin: Well, you didn’t seem very happy when I saw you on the train.
Rheya Kelvin: [laughs] I wasn’t.
Chris Kelvin: And tonight?
Rheya Kelvin: It’s early.
“Earth. Even the word sounded strange to me now… unfamiliar. How long had I been gone? How long had I been back? Did it matter? I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current. I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again…
But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything.” -Solaris 2002