Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.

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

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place.