I'm in search of myself - have you seen me anywhere?
I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.
If I can survive death, I can probably survive anything.
I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.
The trouble is that sex is a force of nature, and reason is not.
The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.