It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be in nature. A forest. A meadow. Crickets and birdsong. But the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards.

Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

My favorite songs change every year.

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?