I often feel pity for some when I walk virtually any modern Canadian city and see the psychically-squalid manifestations of modern material culture at work. I see people wearing their best poker faces, hiding the trembling and whimpering emotionally-starved infant deep inside. Eccentrics with loud fashion, feigning apathy yet really saying, subliminally, “Please notice me! I'm starving to death, am depressed and I'm freaking out! Look at how unique I am!'
I just can't believe how utterly pitiful and dysfunctional virtually everyone has become. I foresee terrible times ahead for this twisted race of beings. —The Watcher