Everybody thinks that this civilization has lasted a very long time but it really does take very few grandfathers’ granddaughters to take us back to the dark ages.
Progress just means bad things happen faster.
Don’t forget how quickly people who have lived next to each other for generations have turned on each other.
I distress you; I draw fast to an end.
With my dad it was a short time between him getting ill and passing. He got ill first and he took a turn for the worse very quickly, within days.
How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.
I knew people were going to see me see deteriorate before their eyes.
It started off with flu-like symptoms and pain; then, I started feeling really funny. In two weeks, I was paralyzed from the waist down, and it spiraled down from there. Every ability I had was slowly slipping away.
They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them.
