Ah, yes, instead of actually doing anything I could be dozing through a thrilling life of managing a failing hotel and drugging myself into a stupor. You are a travel agent's dream, Kovacs.

[ The assessment is something of an astonishment, as everything Kovacs has described of his world sounds like the most pointless, alienating existence imaginable. ]

You think being here is the solution and not the cause? Everybody I know is back home. A place you know nothing about because you've shown a complete lack of curiosity about anything other than your own, limited, experience. Which again, isn't surprising, considering what you've freely offered in a way that you seem to think is bragging about what your lifestyle is like. I'm not sad. I'm bored.