As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.
People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.
The tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.
People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel hate or love.