I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?
Isaac MarionBut it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.
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 Marion