Food Of The Undead
The brain is a deviant curiosity. Every now and then, it thinks it’s being funny.
It will set you down in an unsurvivable new place, refuse to leave behind the tools necessary for you to escape, then turns around and goes, leaving you to your own devices, daring you to find your own way out.
Sartre’s line about Hell being other people is little more than psychological projection. Hell is one’s own brain, wired to play practical jokes on itself.