Abandon Ship!

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
[…]
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

— Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–21, 26–28

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

— Philip Larkin, ‘This Be The Verse’

“Life … don’t talk to me about Life […] I’ve seen it … it’s awful.”

— Marvin the paranoid android

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.