I left this place, without leaving a single blot of a notice. I just had become sick of how people were caught up in there forced creativity, and of the products of it even more so. So I just burned all the things I had written down, drawn, painted, recorded, noted, read, listened to, imagined.

I wanted to leave no trace. Nothing, that would force anyone to suffer, or make anyone suffer anyone. The world had too much of it already. I stopped believing, and vanished.

R.M.Parkner Notes from Saturn