Itโs sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isnโt locked.
Isaac MarionI adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.
Isaac MarionShe is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.
Isaac MarionThe sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary facing the world was where to put all the parties.
Isaac MarionI can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.
Isaac MarionHe is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and he no longer understands the feelings he felt in that strange moment on the overpass. But he did feel them. They did happen. They rest on the murky seabed of his mind, buried under sand and silt and miles of grey waves. Patient seeds waiting for light.
Isaac Marion