Rorschach

"Why would you ask me to save a world, I no longer have any stake in?"
Dr Manhattan.
Watchmen, By Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons.


I kind of feel like that right now. No stake in the world. But then again, I never really identified with that giant smurf. It was the twisted psychotic, Rorschach, that I understood. He hated the world. Hated humanity and everyone hated him. Now I'm not saying I'm universally hated, I'm just saying I understood. Rorschach had even less of a stake in the world than anyone I can think of. But he carried on, in his pained existence, doing everything he thought was right, but hoping it would kill him and end his pain.

"Never compromise, even in the face of Armageddon."

I understand that. I'm touched by it. Moved and hopeful. If I ever fall into a twisted psychosis, I'll go out just like he does. But for now, I'm just angry, and lonely. I've got some right to do. And no one can stop me. Not even a god.