Often the best parts of life were when you weren’t doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it cant be quite senseless because you’re aware that it’s senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense.
You know what I mean? And optimistic pessimism.
— Pulp, Charles Bukowski (via mocasia)

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