"... Anyway, back to my thudding personal blankness. It's probably a bonus. On the one hand, I... am essentially just a blinking, shuffling mannequin watching events in his life merely drift past like underwhelming prizes on the Generation Game conveyor belt. And on the other, I just don't give a shit. It's a win-win situation. Or it would be, if I had any concept of 'winning' in the first place...
And it's hard to see what the cure might be. If you've fallen out of love with life- not to the point of actually disliking it, you understand, but to such a degree that you merely tolerate rather than welcome each passing day- it's surely impossible to get the spark back."

"There are no more barriers to cross... I do not hope for a better world for anyone, I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing. "

"It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.
I must tell you that I was always afraid of the fury with which I loved you. It overwhelmed me. I thought it beyond comprehension, therefore my silence.
I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do."

Brooker, Bateman (not Ellis) and Rollins. But where am I?