“I saw a body yesterday. She was wrapped in Christmas lights, and seemed to have been cared for shortly before her death. Her hair was washed and her skin was cleaned. She was ready for the end to come.
And I am not.”

“Every time I go to post a picture, when I try to share it, the photo distorts, softening and blurring until all that you can make out is an abstraction, an absolute re rendering of a human form, leaving just a series of circles, fading into one another, with a circle settled in the center the color of human skin.”

“I hear them calling every day now. Tonight, when the moon is full, their voices are the loudest. It is all part of the order of things, at least as far as I can tell. There is a way things are and the way things aren't, and they are telling me that what this is, that what I am. is not the way things are.
It is the way things aren't.”

“The decisions we make at the bottom of the hill, before the horror has started and we can no longer control whether or not we are screaming...it doesn't seem to matter what it is we think we have done to prepare ourselves. Once we are in it, we are in it, and there is not a plan, strategy, or tool, that can see us through it unscathed.”

“The rain fell like hot fire upon my skin. Some part of me knew that it was cold, but I did not feel it. Instead what I felt was the whipping of my hair as the wind tussled it about, the dying leaves on the trees gripping on, battling against the onslaught of the storm, desperately trying to fight. “