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.
Charles BukowskiRead
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.
Interpretation
The quote expresses disapproval of mundane people and the consequence of their proliferation.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski conveys a sense of frustration with the presence of uninteresting individuals in society. He suggests that the world is filled with 'boring damned people' who contribute to an uninspired existence, creating a bleak and monotonous 'horror show' of humanity. Bukowski's use of vivid imagery highlights his disdain for mediocrity and urges a reconsideration of what it means to be engaging and lively in a world often filled with the mundane.
In practice
Using this quote in a comedic stand-up routine to discuss the monotony of daily life.
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.
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