Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once.
Isaac MarionThere’s not
really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’
people, there’s just like…humanity. And it
gets broken sometimes.
Nothing is permanent. Not even the end
of the world.
We tried to make a beautiful world here, the voices mumble. There were those who saw the end of civilization as an opportunity to start over, to undo the errors of history -- to relive mankind's awkward adolescence with all the wisdom of our modern age. But everything was happening so fast.
Isaac MarionEverything dies eventually. We all know that. People, cities, whole civilations. Nothing lasts. So if existence was just binary, dead or alive, here or not here, what would be the fucking point in anything?
Isaac MarionIt doesn't matter. We are where we are, however we got there. What matters is where we go next.
Isaac MarionThe world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.
Isaac MarionIt's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.
Isaac MarionI feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.
Isaac MarionShe looks at her wrist, those thin scars like an entry stamp for some horrible concert. 'All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.
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