And there are the others who are caged misfits, knitted woolen gloves worn in the desert. Stuffed hurriedly into small towns and ordinary suburbs here and there, chained to duty at a young age and stifled by company for their entire lives. Those for whom the ordinary cannot satiate, but can find no easy way out.
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." There are those who are accepting of their desperation. There are those do not know of their desperation.