“…a lady just walked by wiggling it…and we are not dead yet.” –
Charles Bukowski, letter for employment
"I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me."
Charles Bukowski
(Source: brokenmachine, via pseudoflaneur)
