There is some solace in toiling away in obscurity where one has found some degree of freedom from the system. But where isolation increases so does any hope for change and despair and loneliness ensue. Is it really possible to escape without descending into insanity? Maybe it would be more honest and effective to admit that one doesn’t really hope for change of the current order at all, but for total upheaval and replacement of this environment and circumstance. Anything would be better than this prison even if it came at the price of great pain. Isn’t this then the Death Of Hope?