I just thought it is a Jane Doe-effect society is having, not only the forgotten ones. It could not be more cruel and up to date, more real and concrete in its horror and tragedy. There is much personal in the term for me, it concerns and appalls me. It could be anyone and it could be me. It is about fear, again, hate and contempt, loneliness, abandonment that I cannot stop talking about, isolation that is obvious and happening as if it was a natural way of interacting, dealing with human beings. Yes there are men, women and children who die without anyone claiming them, needing them or knowing who they are. It makes me terribly sad. The inability to know people, to get close to people seems to be an everyday difficulty

In order to be liked not to be abandoned I should follow the narrow path of sadistic rules that get narrower and narrower for those in a short leash. Since I don’t approve the situation I am not liked I am abandoned. I go alone the chosen path. I call it my Jane Doe-effect. Since I make you face the difficulty of answering my questions and deal with my answers, my persona, my anger, it is easier not to face me. This makes the happening of liking very peculiar. I should probably like the liking culture, but I don’t. I resent the present state of human relations.