“I am drawn to all the wrong things: I like to drink, I am lazy, I don’t have a god, my politics and ideas do not fit societal needs. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I don’t make for an interesting person. I don’t want to be interesting, it is too hard. What I really want is only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”
— Charles Bukowski
