"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Friday, July 15, 2011
Lost in thought. The giant cannot see who he is.. Just what he was. And the shadow cannot be shaken off... Always seconds away from insanity. Who really knows for sure? The giant thinks he does until its all much too late...
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