"I work in the city now. After work I wander and lose myself. I am silent and attentive. I follow the current. I make a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on Earth. I will study these gestures until they become reflexes again. I will find new interests and occupations, but — I will not… give myself. I will not give myself to anything or anyone, because I am haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong. That I shaded my memory of her to suit myself. That I was unfair to her and caused her destruction. What if I was wrong about everything? I’ve come to believe that memory is a curse."
original script of Soderbergh’s Solaris