It is occurring to me that I’m on my own. Everyone else is some combination of incompetent or malicious. There are no jobs worth applying for because none pay a worthwhile wage, there’s not a doctor that won’t injure you or a mechanic that won’t break as much as they fix. What I can’t make for myself from scratch is inevitably going to go wrong.

I need to move to a Unabomber cabin up in the woods, grow one of those hideous beards and chop firewood.