three scenarios that would convince me to keep living on this morally- and spiritually-bankrupt ball of trash:

1. i move to a remote village in the mountains of japan. my memory is wiped. i raise fish. nobody ever talks to me again.
2. i have a magical car with an unlimited tank of gas. i stay at a different hotel every night and eat at diners. eventually i park somewhere and die.
3. i somehow have enough money to buy a huge boat. not a fancy sailboat. like a piece of shit whaling vessel. i find a crew of insane but loyal men. we ride out into oblivion and are never heard from again.