Good job.

It is never good when days start blurring together, when there is nothing of fantastical nature to either make one stop and meditate or tread on faster and more exuberant. Sam’s life was a blur: a collection of days so similar that none sit on any such pedestal. He is an unlikable character, which makes him an unusual choice as a protagonist. Unlikable in the way that one becomes frustrated with his indifference not his harmful character. He finds fascination in the fact that space is infinite because it does not matter how much we fuck it up, when we are so little in the real scheme of things.

He probably thinks the moon is pink.

He dropped out of school, does not have a job, makes his parents work harder so he can sit and read about existentialism, acquires wisdom but no life experiences, has a music library of 15,000 songs, steals every one of them, lives a Thoreau-like existence with few close relationships either male or female, strategizes about screwing over the system, benefits greatly from the system, drives his family to tears all the while, he is not apt to change his lifestyle. On the contrary, everyday he has a new plan for “existence”.

Screw plans.

The problem with Sam, and society, is that they can easily find out how not to live. Realizing working when it produces nothing of value is easy. So is learning we are all just burdens on this Earth, slowly eating away it. We are all just nothing with the slight possibility of being something. We are always, always mortal. We talk too much, and find value in little. We overpopulate land, overuse resources, mass murder each other. Create systems where both the rich and poor are unhappy. Where everyone hates their job but works overtime…

Good job, Sam. You find out what’s wrong with the world. I’m proud. You found how not to live. Looks like it took you places too.