“I was alone, safe in the knowledge that my body had more or less ceased to exist in the face of this catastrophe. It was only much later [...] that I realised that no catastrophe, apart from maybe a final nuclear strike, would ever be big enough to free us from this curse. That even though we're in charge of this planet, we are its ugliest inhabitants, and that our longing for our own beauty will never cease, that we will never be content with the beauty in front of us. And yet I will never forget the feeling with which I ate that chocolate, [...] in that moment it was a sin without consequences. And I never gave up on the dream that one day my body wouldn't matter anymore.”