"...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."
Couldn't have said it any better...I love Bukowski!
We worry about what a child will be tomorrow, yet we forget
that the child is already someone today.
- Stacia Tauscher ?