Tout peut s'oublier.

"This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never
thought youd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself
as, I dont know how youd describe it... Is like one of those
people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at
the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know the kind of people
Im talking about. Maybe you dont. Anyway, you kind of like being
like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your
shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground
growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the
rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the
books you havent read. This is you, who would have guessed it?
You." -My life without me-