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.
Isaac MarionBut we donโt remember those lives. We canโt read our diaries.โ โIt doesnโt matter. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.โ โBut can we choose that?โ โI donโt know.โ โWeโre Dead. Can we really choose anything?โ โMaybe. If we want to bad enough.
Isaac MarionI crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.
Isaac Marion