No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing
And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention
And as the elevator descents, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even father down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst
He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.