No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

I am not cruel, only truthful.

But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.