Rita Branco, 1991.

I practice and preach fashionable hedonism and it saves me. I just have one little problem: lucidity. I always loved to exacerbate my disappointments in life, wallow in my bitter thoughts. easily described by the lack of communication with other kids who I found so cruel and limited and with whom, as a consequence, there was no possibility of conniving. a sidelined player I began to sense how absurd life really is, an understanding confirmed by my considerable appetite for reading. just so intolerable. all the corruption of a humanity that I had so desperately wanted to believe in, that black hole called the future which led ineluctably to death. I screw with this world because I hate it. I hate it for not being what it could be.