Isaac Marion, Boarded Window Quotes

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it’s your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.

The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such a high price. What I want are the moments I will never have. The warm ones. The living ones.

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.