"Look if you're here to comfort me and convince me that there's more to life than just traveling the globe to eat and discover new exotic food and lavish cuisines, then guess what? There isn't."

He's eating some deep fried tarantula with a side of Samyang Spicy Hot Chicken Flavored Ramen inside a ceramic bowl, trying to eat his pain away. Negative thoughts are crawling back into his conscience.

"Hell, I've been doing this shit my entire life, you know? Traveling from place to place, grabbing a bite to eat with random foreigners in their own country—no offense, the thrill of living off this incredible experience prior to just working in kitchens from New York, that felt like doing drugs all over again! That is, until it became my personal hell of course. Hence—this."

He points to the halo above his head as he continues to eat his meal, loving almost every bite from it but it doesn't truly do much for himself.

"Trust me, once you've seen everything, there's nothing really left to see except yourself."