Charles Bukowski

"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."

Suggested Reading: The Last Night of the Earth Poems by Charles Bukowski