“Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“My mind has cleared a little; I’ve regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
What happened to the world was gradual. I've forgotten what it actually was, but I have faint, fetal memories of what it… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Now here is an oddity. A question for the zombie philosophers. What does it mean that my past is a fog but… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“These people, these beautiful Living women, they don't seem to make the connection between me and the creatures that keep killing everything they love.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it's way too… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“She looks at her wrist, those thin scars like an entry stamp for some horrible concert. 'All the shitty stuff people do to themselves...… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I guess I talk a lot of shit about Perry, but it's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
