some of the people want to go insane or poor to drop out of the human extinction. to drop out of human existence. to be in a cell with books like that fellow who wrote entries for the o.e.d. or just to be a leaf sinking into the mud. to be humus. there's a sort of freedom beyond the stark existential grid. i recall a woman on the blue line, a wistful offshoot of a rich mainline clan, saying if she can't function in society anymore she would like to be in a cell cropping photographs. she said it with relish. she would be happy.