When
one's longstanding and upsetting
non-sex life is addressed through
masturbation, which, instead of offering relief or escape, exacerbates the situation, by reminding the person he/she is all he he/she has and likely will ever have.
After the supermodel party had ended,
Hamish, as always, returning home
alone, took matters into his own hand, as always. The production
said and done -- looking around at his filth-nest of an apartment, the mountain of unwashed laundry, the tatty Led Zeppelin posters and the soiled sheets -- it provided no relief, proving only to exasturbate the awful finality, the unending and grave awareness of his apparent lot in life.