It doesn't matter how good it is; what matters is how many people think it's good. Like deities or natural laws, it draws its strength from subscription. Shakespeare, Twilight, Nicholas Cage, Sue Grafton...substance does not matter, when you have so many people to sit next to you and believe in it.
An escape, then, when everyone believes in the wrong kind of lunacy? The sad, soulless, unfulfilling emptiness of worlds distant and without worth? Can we ride 'way on a moonbeam to a better kind of impossible
possible? Or take only a morbid ecstasy in leaving behind a moving
husk within the land of terror?
What better revenge on these people, than to become what they thought you were in the first place?