Paolo Bacigalupi Quotes

Water Sluices Away Soap And Grime, Even Some Of The Shame Comes With It. If She Were To Scrub For A Thousand Years She Would Not Be Clean, But She Is Too Tired To Care And She Has Grown Accustomed To Scars She Cannot Scour Away. The Sweat, The Alcohol, The Humid Salt Of Semen And Degradation, These She Can Cleanse. It Is Enough. She Is Too Tired To Scrub Harder. Too Hot And Too Tired, Always.
At The End Of Her Rinsing, She Is Happy To Find A Little Water Left In The Bucket. She Dips One Ladleful And Drinks It, Gulping. And Then In A Wasteful, Unrestrained Gesture, She Upends The Bucket Over Her Head In One Glorious Cathartic Rush. In That Moment, Between The Touch Of The Water, And The Splash As It Pools Around Her Toes, She Is Clean.

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