I think I remember what love was like before. There were complex emotional and biological factors. We had elaborate tests to pass, connections to forge, ups and downs and tears and whirlwinds. It was an ordeal, an exercise in agony, but it was alive. The new love is simpler. Easier. But small.
Isaac MarionTag: humor love apocalypse zombies
[...] assaporo la sensazione di quei piccoli simboli che si incastrano tra loro ed esplodono come bolle di sapone di suono [...]
Isaac MarionI have begun to wonder where I came from. The person I am now, this fumbling, stumbling supplicant... was I built on the foundations of my old life, or did I rise from the grave a blank state? How much of me is inherited, and how much is my own creation? Questions that were once just idle musings have begun to feel strangely urgent. Am I firmly rooted to what came before? Or can I choose to deviate?
Isaac MarionTag: life reflection confusion philosophical-musings
I want the pain of knowing them, and by extension myself: who and what I really am. Maybe with that scalpel, red-hot and sterilized in tears, I can begin to carve out the rot inside of me.
Isaac MarionHer warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.
Isaac MarionI remember what love was like before There were complex emotional and biological factors at work. We had elaborate tests to pass, connections to forge, ups and downs and tears and whirlwinds. It was an ordeal, an exercise in agony, but it was alive. The new love is simpler. Easier. But small.
Isaac MarionWe are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.'
'But can we choose that?'
'I don't know.'
'We're Dead. Can we really choose anything?'
'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
We realized that the closest we'd ever get to objective truth was the belief of the majority, so we enthroned the majority and ignored all other voices.
Isaac MarionAnd they got blackout drunk one night and it just happened. It was basically an accident, and he gave me the most sincere and moving confession of all time, swore to God he loved me so much and would do anything to convince me, blah blah blah, but it didn’t matter, I kept thinking about it and running it through my head and just burning with it. I cried every night for weeks. Practically wore the binary off all my saddest Mp3s.
Isaac MarionTag: bullshit
I want to..harness the magic that brings me into the brains of the Living and use it to bring Julie into mine, because it's warm in here, it's quiet and lovely, and in here we aren't an absurd juxtaposition, we are perfect.
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