Everything was evanescent. Everything vanishing, everything disappearing. There was nothing in my life anymore. Not even my books could free me now. I'd read every one on the shelf. I knew practically everything there was to know. In my pursuit of knowledge, the people around me didn't understand, so they left me. I was sitting in my lawn chair outside my house, afforded through various inventions I'd submitted. I was selling all my useless books, all my useless furniture, all the useless things I'd bought over the years, hoping I'd have someone to share it with.