People
wandered through the streets in a kind of utopian uncertainty, knowing that
everything was different but unsure in what sort of place they lived now. Adults were talking and children playing
games. “I’m minded to be careful,” I
heard one man say, and I could have laughed in his face. Minded are you? I could have said. Minded how?
What will you do? How will you be
careful?
We’d always lived in a ghetto, in a city that didn’t belong to us but to
beings far more powerful and strange.
We’d lived among gods – little tiny gods but gods compared to us,
considering what was at their disposal and our disposal – and ignored the
fact. Now they’d changed, and we had no
way to understand that.
(from Embassytown by
China Miéville)
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