Malcontent
Safety in numbers, where it is instinctive to segregate others on grounds
of insecurity. Instincts bred by a social incest where sycophants rally
together like sheep to protect their interests.
But for those who are immune there are some whose effective lives are
over. They are in limbo between usefulness and youth and senility and
death. They feel empty because whatever might once have burned within
them has long since died. They hinder others because their diminuitive
faculties cannot assimilate the true fundaments of existence.
Bastards who use their age and 'experience' as an excuse to expurgate
their shallow attempts at criticism. They spend their time drinking in
the lives of others. They try to set aside a common bond by which to
congregate. Speculate, reminisce, share a part of something in the way atoms share orbitals to fill the void of their empty lives. They
suppurate together as a common whole.
Fester in peace.