"The amount of time you've spent standing around feeling sorry for yourself, you might as well spend it doing something else." Kicking over rubble wasn't important to survival. Hunting for chess pieces and arrowheads hadn't resolved into a way out. Sometimes you just did things to pass the time. "That wig doesn't keep you alive, but you put it on every day. Maybe being who you are is part of staying alive."

Whether or not complaining can be part of who someone is, his frustration doesn't always make room for. Complaining didn't do shit for survival either.

"Anyway," he finishes, looking back at the path under his feet, "It's my paper. People can do whatever they want with it."