Peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation. I want life in all its stupid sticky rawness.
Isaac MarionNow Iโm just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesnโt lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesnโt lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her.
Isaac Marion