at the bottom of everything.

So, there was this man who was sitting on a park bench and watching people walk by. He saw a mother scold her child and contemplated anarchy. An old woman followed behind the saddest dog he'd ever seen and it made the man want to talk to God. He peeked over his right shoulder, at the stone fountain a few yards behind him; he wanted to set it on fire. He sat back in a few moments of silence and thought of carving "love everyone" in to his arms, but shook his head immediately after.
"No one really exists," he told the pigeons at his feet. "Which means there's nothing to love."