MIND: Sliced

…I’ve never felt good with the crowd. I never belonged, I still do not belong, but the worst part is I do not even belong with the best ones, the living ones. I seem sliced off forever by some god damn trick, either my imagining or some type of insanity, but even the good ones leave me dangling and I feel like a fool, and I know that I am a fool for I feel what I know…

Screams From The Balcony // Charles Bukowski

MIND: Survival

The people I find irresistible are those in whom the child was not killed.
The qualities of openness, trust, inquisitiveness, tenderness, eagerness, enthusiasm, others undefinable, come from the child in us and are the source of charm.
The laughter and the smile that do not calculate, the spontaneity that is not arrested.
I cannot remember ‘adult’ charm or whether it even exists.

The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 // Anaïs Nin