Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.