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

The 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.

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

I 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.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

We smile, because this is how we save the world.

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.