That's Why We Have Memory. And The

Life Only Makes Any Sense If We Can See Time How God Does. Past, Present, And Future All At Once.

I Can’t Seem To Make Myself Care About Anything To The Right Or Left Of The Present.

Once You've Arrived At The End Of The World, It Hardly Matters Which Route You Took.

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.

I Sigh Inside, So Exhausted By These Ugly Questions, But When Did A Monster Ever Deserve Its Privacy?