"I've also thought about getting a dog or a cat,
but one must have quite a bit of money even for that"
poetry
So we are castaways on a deserted island teeming with lifeforms that appear to be of our species but may just be some kind of highly sophisticated shape-shifting cancer ...
Oh, that's right ... we call them gorts.
It's no wonder the most reflective among our species end up crazy.
Maybe we are just a miserable species in a miserable universe, and only when we are alone can we allow ourselves just to see this clearly without any of the endless mantras like "It could be worse, at least you have access to water."
Access to water is an illusion. How can one think like that? "At least you have access to water" - as if it is a sure 100% secure situation!