We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins for life.
We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available but not to live with.
