the protagonist held up an outrageously depressed, smoldered, isolated life. strangely enough though, in a perplexed way, reading about one's life packed with so much misery is rather soul-soothing.
we all, are intrinsically exploitative, cruel, selfish and relentless. and life by itself is a living hell from the very beginning with no obvious benign intents at all. this may, to some extent, offers an insight upon the prevalence of existentialism boasts. all void, then void it'd better be.