“…there is so much more horror.
The natural state of things is not light. It is not life.
It is entropy, the dragged out and indiscriminate falling apart of things. The lowering of energy from one form to another, on a downward, unraveling spiral.”

“Earth is primarily defined by blues and greens, sometimes a bit of brown or yellow, but Mars is dominated by the color of red. Rust and dust baked under years of cold and bitter, shameful cosmic expulsions. These things are true. And in the order of information, those things are true. What is lost is the why…”

“One time there was an old harbor, decaying and broken apart. Splintered bits sitting on the edge of the pier that had partially dipped into the water. Something was eating something under the wood, and as I walk it, as the breaks in planks got wider, I saw that what was being eaten was a body.”

“I blinked, and there was nothing but the towering form. But then I blinked again, and the lights were no longer bright and white, but a dim, sufering green. Cast in the light, but so ver yfar removed, stood the shuddering, dark form, its hair a cascading acalanche of balck…”

“I just don't understand, but I am trying to put it together, even though I don't really want to know how it ends up looking, when it is all laid bare. He didn't seem angry. He didn't seem sad. He was just horrified when he realized I had found it.”