Living on Borrowed Words

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.  – Charles Motherfucking Bukowski

Other people’s words. I so often rely on them to express what gets lost between my brain and my tongue (or my hands, as the case may be).