One wearied at having the shit kicked out of one after a while, gives up on the glory of hope in a culture where hope is simply pornography and futile desire enticing suckers. 

I feel invisible in the world of today. It seeks a thing I am not, no matter how hard I run. We seem unspeaking extras in the world of the vlasti, mattachines for the select, to endure the world into which chance has laid us. 

Who knows anymore their last plot?