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My favorite songs change every year.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
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Seattle
Washington
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Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.
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I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.
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It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.
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I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?
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I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place.
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We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.
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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 own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.
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It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.
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Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.
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I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then do a gallery show. Eventually I decided to give writing a serious shot.
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When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replace them with a smothering blanket far worse.
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You might say that death has relaxed me.
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I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.
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Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.
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Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.
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I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.
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I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.
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What's wrong with people? she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?
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It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be in nature. A forest. A meadow. Crickets and birdsong. But the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards.
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In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.
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