I am no genius;
the Joker... does not exist,
and I—like my heroes,
the people I admire—
am pathetic, at odds with a world
that cannot be destroyed,
and all my combative efforts
will turn to dust or mere spectacle...
I...
Inhabit a corner that will not fit
even on the shores of any god's island.
I am alone.
And I speak a language
incomprehensible and unnecessary.
I will never have anyone in the world to talk to,
and to stay alive, I must cease to be who I am
or remain in a corner that allows
everything else that exists
to humiliate me,
simply because I exist.