I have a perversity. I often continue to read things despite the fact that they make me nauseous. I feel really sick in my gut about this whole thing. Events like this make me want to become a hermit and puke and hate everybody. And I mean it: I really hate the walls that everybody puts up, the walls that history has put up, the walls that people have continued to propagate through history between each other. Right now I feel stuck in that wall. Alone. In cider blocks.

You all suck. I hate you all. At least for right now.