I want to be a rat, you say to yourself. But then you say: I despise all rats. In the library, you read books about apocalypse. The end is coming, you say to yourself. The end for all rats. But an image comes to you of a swarm of rats running across a blackened planet. Nothing will stop them, you think to yourself. Not even the apocalypse.
A grim and grimy grey vision of the universe that is probably closer to self-knowledge than most people dare to approach. I think I will read more of this guy.