The monologue that has moved me most

 

My darling, I'm waiting for you - how long is a day in the dark, or a week?

the fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold.  I really ought to drag myself

 outside but then there would be the sun.I'm afraid I waste the light on the

paintings and on writing these words..We die, we die rich with lovers and

tribes, tastes we have swallowed,bodies we have entered and swum up

like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched cave.....I want

all this marked on my body.We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn

 on maps with the names of powerful men...I know you will come and carry me

out into the palace of winds, the rumors of water... That's all I've wanted -

to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps.the lamp's gone

out and I'm writing in the darkness...