What happened to the world was gradual. I've forgotten what it actually was, but I have faint, fetal memories of what it was like. A smoldering dread that never really caught fire till there wasn't much left to burn. Each sequential step surprised us. Then one day we woke up, and everything was gone.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.

... we shoved out many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They failed us, always. There was no way they could not fail us - they were human, and so were we.

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

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.