..a noisy parade of memories that frustrate her because of the way they play themselves out. These memories-it feels like she's back there in the moment, like she has the moment to do over and make different choices than she made. But she can't, because they're just memories and they're set down permanent as if they were chiseled in marble, and so she just has to watch herself do the same things over and over and it's a condemnation if it's anything.
Alden Bell
God is a slick god. Temple Knows. She knows because of all the crackerjack miracles still to be seen on this ruined globe.
inspirational
.. And she's thinking of rage, like an ember or a burning acid swallowing up her knotted viscera. Blindness like the kind that leads men to perpetrate horrors, animal drunkenness, the jungles of the mind.
anger rage red
The abundance of small things, it'll bury you.
loneliness grief zombies
Words have the power to make things true if they're said right.
literature-quotes
memories regrets
Not all the magic of earth is benevolent.
reality hopeful science-fiction zombies
You somehow make it outta here and track me down, you best come with a furious rage--because I got no use for your sympathy.
awesome
Truth be told, the inward gaze is something she's not too fond of. But there are secrets that lurk in the mind, and she doesn't want any of them sneaking up on her. Sometimes it pays to take a deep look inside even if you get queasy gazing into those dark corners.
introspection
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