Zombies feel love too

I know I usually share my favorite links over on Squandrous, but because I’m in a lovey-dovey mood and because this link is just too good to pass up, I’ve decided to share it here on Eloquation as well.

A few days ago, I read one of the most moving short stories I have read in months. It was written by a zombie.

Okay, so not exactly. Instead, it was written by Isaac Marion in 2006, but from the point of view of a zombie. In just over 1800 words, Isaac managed to make me feel sympathetic, disgusted, contemplative, repulsed, enlightened, empathetic, comforted, and even hopeful.

The story is titled I am a Zombie, and I feel love, and it tells the tale of a dead man who questions his existence. For a zombie story, it is remarkably insightful. Here’s a quick snippet:

I remember what love was like before, and this is different. This is simpler. Before, there were complex emotional and biological factors at work. We had long checklists and elaborate tests to be passed. We looked at hairstyles and careers and breast sizes. And sex was there, in everything, confusing everyone, like hunger. It created longing, it created ambition, competition, it drove people to leave their houses and invent automobiles, space craft, and atom bombs when they could instead just sit on the couch until they died. Animal cravings. Subconscious urges. Sex made the world go ‘round.

I never thought that the zombie version of love would be my ideal vision of affection. I never thought I could long for a zombie existence so much. I never thought I could ever be moved so much by a short story written by a zombie.

Do me a favor and read I am a Zombie, and I feel love. You’ll be smiling for the rest of the day.