Mollyville Quotes

“It was Bjørn’s favorite time of evening. The sun hid its fatt butt behind the horizon leaving little more than an ambient glow in the beet red sky. Between the earth and the edge of its atmosphere, pale yellow wisps and puffs of cloud littered the sky like the guts of an old beloved pillow pulled apart by the family dog. They walked in silence.”
― Maxximillian Dafoe, Mollyville: Humble Beginnings: Dystopian Fantasy for the Expatriate That Lives Within You

“Janik felt ennui cooling his warmth like a shadow blocking his sunshine. His interests were slowly dying as heartbreak and the what-ifs rotted his brain. With increasing frequency, his unintentional recollection of some squandered opportunity or other from his past clamped itself upon him like a seizure, the skeleton fingers of regret itself gliding toward his ear holes to poke at his head through his mind. He shivered.”
― T. Maxximillian Dafoe, Mollyville: Humble Beginnings: Dystopian Fantasy for the Expatriate That Lives Within You

“This morning Janik, who had separated from and successfully avoided reconnecting with Nohl the night before, had slept in a room all his own and woke up for the first time in years without someone else to tell him what the plan was or which way to walk, feeling for the first time that it was completely up to him whether to grift or settle in or beg for food and discovered he didn’t feel moved to do either. He finally knew where he was: suspended in the gray limbo of the clinically depressed. He broke wind, simultaneously realizing that he’d been wasting his life circling the drain. Unless he planned to end it all, he had to do whatever it took to feel better, immediately, or else. He’d watched in frustration as people he cared about battled and lost to depression. Depression was sneaky, it shapeshifted, a variable association of thoughtforms that clumped together manifesting in unpleasant distractions stealing people’s precious time. Janik didn’t know how much time he had left in life but he knew he had no time for that.”
― T. Maxximillian Dafoe, Mollyville: Humble Beginnings: Dystopian Fantasy for the Expatriate That Lives Within You

“Janik is a man with either great guilt or a secret. That much is clear, but whether he’s a victim or the monster himself I cannot tell; the two look so very much the same—a wise man arguing with a fool in the distance. Perhaps he is both. Perhaps, neither. Perhaps he’s just another brother walking around with his head in the sand getting fucked in the ass. I’ve watched him lost in a moment that seems to take him completely to another time. Whenever he goes there, Janik has this look in his eyes; it’s the look of desolation that only comes with the complete rejection of the present moment for another, more intense, moment to roll around in and suck on by the re-living of a misery that’s occurring only in the mind.”
― T. Maxximillian Dafoe, Mollyville: Humble Beginnings: Dystopian Fantasy for the Expatriate That Lives Within You