Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

They were beautiful nothings

alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills.

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.