the last book I ever read (Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, excerpt twelve)

from The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood:

“It’s like walking into the past,” says the Commander. His voice sounds pleased, delighted even. “Don’t you think?”

I try to remember if the past was exactly like this. I’m not sure, now. I know it contained these things, but somehow the mix is different. A movie about the past is not the same as the past.