...the end of the world hasn't granted the clumsiest among us any measure of grace.

You have to stand out, do something, to be remembered.

I don't want to think about it, but I have to. Someone has to. I see the signs of spring and I weep...

...his vacant eyes took on a more sinister look, taking notice of us for the first time, a stranger in our midst, a monster.

Not too bad, reminds me of some kind of meat dip, best if you close your eyes and pretend it's something else.