Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?
Isaac MarionBut I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.
Isaac MarionI wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.
Isaac MarionMy "heart". Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? It lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and yet my feelings still seem to originate inside its cold walls. My muted sadness, my vague longing, my rare flickers of joy. They pool in the center of my chest and seep out of there, diluted and faint, but real.
Isaac Marion