Saturday, October 8, 2016

death and love

at Dostoyevsky's grave

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.


Henry Charles Bukowski [American poet, novelist, and short story writer; 1920-1994]

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