I want to be a garden gnome. I want to live in a hollowed-out mushroom. I can’t do that, sadly. I have to exist where I am, in the world I’m in. I think my options are to blow myself up, blow everything else up, or just endure it. I couldn’t successfully blow myself up, I don’t actually want to blow everything else up, and I don’t know how to endure it. I have to do something else.
