What do you think?

As long as guns, knives, and bottles of acid aren’t involved, I get along with most people. For me, that is pretty much the default state of the world.

Oh how I longed to believe I was an island! No such luck. The family that raised me, the society that educated me, the world that affects me – a million million strings bind me to everyone else.

Now that I’m old, I want a bunch of those strings to be stronger. I could borrow money from those people…