John clicks his tongue at that. Giving themselves reasons to be unhappy? How much of that is true, and how much of it is just they've come to realize how bloody shitty the modern world has become? It's worth wondering. Still, he feels it doesn't change his point. It's easier to ignore how the world really is and go about the life with the telly or the cellphone.

"Well, being long lived like you are? I'm sure you've done plenty of meeting someones and seeing things, mate. Ticked each box on your list." John puts his hands behind his head and keeps his eyes on the unseen ceiling. Until he mentions food, then John is pushing himself up and reaching out for the food with a nod of thanks. "All we can ever hope is to be doing what we can. We're all stuck together in this shitty reality trying to get by."