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

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.

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

I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.

Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.