I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.

It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

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

When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replace them with a smothering blanket far worse.

Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.