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
That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the nature of time and existence, expressing feelings of loss and disconnection from life.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski contemplates the moments in life that seem to stretch on for years, yet remain vividly present in his memory. He observes the world around him, filled with mundane details like passing a hotel or seeing stray cats, while grappling with a deep sense of uncertainty about where life goes during times of stagnation. This introspection reveals a longing for connection and an acknowledgment of the transient nature of existence.
Themes
TimeExistenceLossReflectionStagnationConnection
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a speech about the importance of seizing the moment and not becoming too caught up in routine.
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