That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.
I'm not human. I'm a piece of machinery. I don't need to feel a thing. Just forge on ahead.
ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way- cleanly, clearly. That's the essence of ice, the role it plays.
There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.
That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other.
Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.