…Maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity.
But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it’s all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can’t put it straight, don’t want to.
Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones."
— Bukowski. (via sssleepwalker)