“I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas. Kennedy himself was 9/10ths the way around the clock or he wouldn’t have accepted such an enervating and enfeebling job — meaning President of the United States of America. How can I be concerned with the murder of one man when almost all men, plus females, are taken from cribs as babies and almost immediately thrown into the masher?”

Charles Bukowski.

I found this tagged under alienation on Goodreads. How true. How is it that people are open to admiring such observations about society, but aren’t really taking it seriously, as would be apparent if they did something about it. In response to such a ‘radical’ observation, one would expect understanding only when one receives or witnesses a ‘radical’ response to address it. Right?

Everyone who lives outside the Big City is always going on about how ‘alive’ it would be at any time of the day, but it is only when you live in it do you realize that nobody really is alive. It is one step closer to zombie infestation. People sitting around lifelessly on local trains. Doing what they are ‘expected’ to do- expected by whom? I dunno? It is an imaginary grid of responsibilities and expectations that everybody seems to have thrust upon one another, yet nobody really has.



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