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Ashes and Entropy Ashes and Entropy by Robert S. Wilson
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“My grandfather, a small but fat man who resembles a walking roly-poly, may or may not accompany her. He doesn’t recall that he died many years ago.  I remind him sometimes, at which points he sits down in an old easy chair in the living room and stares at the hutch where his television used to be.”
Robert S. Wilson, Ashes and Entropy
“Because once you can’t level up – once you fail yourself – once you let your weakness win – what good are you? What worth do you have?”
Robert S. Wilson, Ashes and Entropy
“I realized what it was about her that seemed so different now: her skin was barely thick enough to contain a human soul. And underneath she was all flesh, no blood. Pulseless meat on a butcher’s block. One of those preserved cadavers propped up in a science exhibit, calf muscles forever engaged, a display of the naked wonder of the human body at full gallop.”
Robert S. Wilson, Ashes and Entropy
“Because unless you’re actively bleeding, and sometimes even then, you’ve probably got something more to give.”
Robert S. Wilson, Ashes and Entropy
“The only thing that carried a pulse in that apartment was an uncomfortably large print in the living room – a painting of a smiling girl-gymnast with silk angel wings, arms outstretched on a balance beam, rainbow colors bleeding off her and then melting into a dark expanse. I guess it was supposed to be inspirational – Through Me All Things Are Possible, it said in flamingo pink script – but the glow in the girl, the pitch-blackness of her eyes, gave me vertigo. Like looking down through a bridge of glass onto the Milky Way.”
Robert S. Wilson, Ashes and Entropy
“You are All, and you can feel yourself dying, giving forth an endless moan of pain and despair that is the true song of existence, a discordant symphony of glorious hopelessness, of absolute and utter futility. The universe was born to die. It has no other purpose, and knowing this, being this, is truly the ultimate drug.”
Robert S. Wilson, Ashes and Entropy