“I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.”—
Charles Bukowski. Ham On Rye
I am trying to be more positive recently. It’s exhausting. Maybe that’s why there is no new artwork coming. It’s always comforting finding something & someone that can explain how you feel… and 9 times out of 10, that something/someone is Bukowski.