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

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic. They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realised they were corpses. It disquieted me at first, but it’s against etiquette to notice when one of us dies. I distracted myself with some groaning.