" This near-mediocrity carried its own special kind of boredom, an almost polished, plastic kind reminiscent of a Malibu Barbie dollhouse. It appears shiny and neat, but really you are trapped for eternity, looking out at a world with a smile that feels like someone else painted on you, rather than your own. I wasn’t Ken. But more like Ken’s decent looking friend, Bill. "

― Matt Orlando , Truncated: Apocalyptic and Loving It!