I think we've all lost some kind of feeling.
All of my books come from pain.
The numbing lists of things you were supposed to have as an American to make you happy, which ultimately, of course, don't. Those aren't the things that make you happy.
History is sinking and only a very few seem dimly aware that things are getting bad.
Not being able to find meaning can be just as powerful as finding meaning.
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