Agoraphobia Deploratopia

Dear HeySpace,

Here to say I've been feeling a bit agoraphobic, maybe more so anthrophobic, maybe more feeling the pulse of my anti-deploratopic, recently. All the faces and their disgraces, all their loathsome paces and banal goose chases, really, I don't feel a need for them at all. But it is this very conception that makes it all a pain, to be alone is no solution, and to know them all deploratopia makes it rather difficult to be anything but alone, hiding in agoranthrophobia, far away from deploratopia. I am unafraid but I know what it is I desire, and see it rather lacking in deploratopia, where all the beauty is deplored by the populi, populi deploratopi-eye glaring. Such vicious intent, it feels, like they'd kill you and eat your flesh if only they weren't so beholden to their deplored social strictures. Maybe that's why they glare and find it so hard to gallop, they're too full of deploration for their own ideals, and deploratopia being their own castle. But isn't that then what keeps them in check, being the vicious natured beasts they are? And is it not too what makes them such vicious natured beasts? Perhaps it is wise to uninvolve oneself in their deploratopious affairs, and find few and far between joys where ever they may be, wary of deploratopians and their cannibal craze as ever, I bet its the most and least dreadful and delightful done in all agoranthrophobia far away from Deploratopia. 

Best Regards,