Came to . . . see you.โ โBut I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye.โ โDon't know why you . . . say good-bye. I say . . . hello.โ Her lip quivers between reactions, but she ends up with a reluctant smile. โGod you're a cheeseball. But seriously, Rโ
Isaac MarionThe sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary facing the world was where to put all the parties.
Isaac MarionI 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.
Isaac MarionI hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.
Isaac MarionThe shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.
Isaac MarionI think the world has mostly ended because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the streets. Most glass is shattered and the wind drifting through the hollow high-rises moans like an animal left to die. I don't know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it's not so important. Once you're arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which road you took.
Isaac Marion