“I hate cleanliness that presumes perfection, I hate perfection worn like a smock over your Sunday best. My life with Samsa has turned into the same kind of façade, the day devoted to heaven, when no one goes to work and everyone smiles, the day when no one is allowed to touch. I don’t believe in this island and I don’t believe in happiness, or in relationships, or in children, or in God.”

—Boulder