I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

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.

I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

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

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.