One mistake, one brief lapse of my new found judgement-that's all it took to unravel everything. What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?

My favorite songs change every year.

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.

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