Humanity is a mass infection, a parade of hypocritical carcasses that exude ego and mediocrity at every turn. I feel a cellular revulsion for these noisy herds, animals in suits and vanity that destroy everything they touch in the name of their petty illusions. There is no tragedy in isolation; there is a surgical cleansing in distancing oneself from the sewer that is social interaction. I prefer the icy silence of my own vacuum cleaner to the deafening noise of this bankrupt species. The world would be a perfect temple if it were completely empty of men.