https://jackwolfe-archive.neocities.org/
Wolfe's essay, labeled 2/8, is as follows:
	"Poor fool. You're depressed? What happened? You gave up on everything you dreampt of your whole life the second you turned 18? Checks out. The average guy in this world dies at 18 and isn't buried until he's 75. What a waste. These are the zombies, the drones, the wrecks of the world. The human wreckages. The second you give up on yourself the real world will eat you alive. I didn't give up on myself, look where I'm at now. I run my own kingdom, I make orders, I rule the masses, I'm the king, guy. I've got squires coming from other kingdoms asking me, ME, to come and help them. I'll refuse, yeah, I don't care. I prefer what I got now. I prefer a small kingdom. I prefer the masses of mindless zombies that make up this world DON'T get a hold of my creations. My creations are made for people with fucking brains. Are you kidding me? If anyone takes something, anything, away from my art, it should be "Go out, and do something with your life you fucking worm""
	- Jack Wolfe, 3/13/1999