I came to Florida to escape my life. I was trapped inside bad habits, swimming against the current, going nowhere. Long commute, poor diet, lack of movement or exercise. No social life, no lover, no partner in flesh and spirit. My health was declining, poisoned by someone or something invisible and insidious. There seemed to be no more life, no ability to feel happiness or pleasure, certain that I had died a hundred times already, a sense of being lost. In a word, depressed. All the telltale signs were there. Florida is the only place where I have felt happy and alive, and young, save for a few scattered childhood memories. Did I say youth?  Yes, youth. Did it escape me? So it seems. I travelled a very long way only to find myself turning around again. The world, you see, has dragged me back, kicking and screaming. I’d prefer to leave it behind, because, really, it doesn’t mean anything to me. No, not one goddamn thing. Problems aren’t left behind. Only people are. People = problems. The desire for lonlieness, to be alone is neither a curse nor an affliction. It’s simply a desire for peace. I have no roots, no country, no heritage, no past, no future. That judgment was sound. For with this absurd vote tonight, this monstrous step into the abyss, with one collective voice we have proven what I knew all along to be true. We are insane.  We have been taken over by a hostile, militant, force. Truth is dead. Lies don’t matter. Propaganda rules. In a word, we are in hell. And try as I may to escape this hell only leads me back to the hell of lonlieness, despair. So Florida. Eternal land of sunshine. But also, a land full of monsters. The last refuge of the vile. My people. May God have mercy on your souls. For me, there is only contempt.