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
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the superficiality of society, where outward appearances can be deceiving and individuals can live unremarkable lives despite having seemingly good circumstances.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski critiques the emptiness and conformity found in society. He observes that many people, despite living in nice homes and appearing stable, lead lives that lack depth and excitement. This raises questions about the nature of fulfillment and the often unseen struggles beneath a polished exterior, prompting reflection on what it truly means to live well.
In practice
This quote can be used during a discussion about the meaning of success in society.
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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