That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.

Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.

Plot idea: 97% of the world's scientists contrive an environmental crisis, but are exposed by a plucky band of billionaires & oil companies.

your not alone, Tally. Don't pretend you are

I’m not against thinking; I’m only against thinking that thinking on its own will get you out of a hole. Shovel also needed.

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.

Once you told yourself a story enough times, it was so easy to keep on believing it.