What if you're just this kind of person? What if this is all you know
how to be, and this is all you know how to do? What if when you wake up
every morning, despite yourself, you just fall into being this person
and doing this thing? And what if you don't mind at all that one day it
will all end in a hail of absolute monotony and little fanfare? What if
you go to sleep at night loathing the little that you are and the little
that you do, wishing, almost praying, for that hail to come and whisk
you away into nothingness? Most of all...
