when darkness envelops us. solitude becomes an accepted fate. Ostracism is a natural consequence. Deviant sub-culture is the only true form of escapism as we seek to rationalize persistent rejection. In this frame, categorized as such, is it not hard to stop disliking what you represent to others, and hence yourself. Is it possible to sincerely not care what anyone thinks of you and to exist as an Island. Or is the rejection by society the precursor to your demise?