The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.
Modern literature seduces with insults, riddles, and inside stories.
The realism of failure, the romance of success.
Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.
Attaining even mediocrity is often a struggle.
Addicts turn their pleasures into vengeful Gods.