What use have I for solutions, when I shall soon be going to the desert? When I return, it will be the year two thousand and twenty - and doesn't that just sound all manners of flagrantly futuristic? With any luck, that far into the future, the bombs will have dropped and this awful planet scoured clean. No doubt the survivors will relocate to Mars or something, because in the future people always have to go into space for some reason; regardless, being left all alone on this world, I will be free to indulge in fleeting moments of something akin to happiness, without some bellend wandering in and spoiling it all by doing something stupid like speaking words or existing. Anyway, I'll do the usual thing that it is I do and subscribe for a month. If you're lucky, I'll forget that I did so and stay subscribed for longer. Then again, if anyone's going to be really lucky I'll get lost in the desert and spend the rest of my days living in a cave.