The misery and the emptiness and the vacuous fucking shitness of their lives is so considerable that the proximity to the behavior of soap characters acts as some kind of consolation.
There’s a hole running through the centre of my stomach. You must have felt a bit awkward because you can probably see it. Even in this light. Mostly people choose not to talk about it. Some people say that they’re sorry about that, yes, they can see my hole.