Jacob

“To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“That flesh is but the glass, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust.”
― George Herbert, George Herbert: The Complete English Poems

“I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad didn’t see me coming, either: the kid with the black moods, the kid whose mind was always elsewhere, flinching from real life as from a bruise. Who wanted to lay a fiction-filter on top of everything and pretend it was something else just to keep the sheer disappointment of it all bearable: this limited, empirical experience of ours, trapped inside a decaying shell of meat, mainly able to perceive that nothing lasts, even in our most pleasurable moments.”
― Gemma Files, Experimental Film

“An awareness of mortality is a heavy price to pay for sentience”
― Jonathan Maas, Horsemen