— the effect of disassociation or alienation
I wouldn’t say, for sure, I’ve been successful. Sure, I’ve done a thing or two, but have it all shown what I can truly give? Nobody likes me; that’s for sure. I might as well not exist. I might never have existed. The state can decide my estate. I might be a worm, a fake, a figment of what they need. I might be an genius, but it doesn’t matter. I feel at home in an alley, alone, where nobody cares, and that’s OK since I don’t care about them.