There is a loneliness in this world so greatthat you can see it in the slow movement ofthe hands of a clock. People so tiredmutilatedeither by love or no love. People just are not good to each otherone on one. The rich are not good to the richthe poor are not good to the poor. We are afraid. Our educational system tells usthat we can all bebig-ass winners. It hasn't told usabout the guttersor the suicides. Or the terror of one personaching in one placealoneuntouchedunspoken towatering a plant.
Charles Bukowski