"..a grim set-up..."

reading another charles bukowski book- "pulp"-- skimmed over this on train yesterday evening coming home from work -- thought it was an applicable gem - :)

"Often the best parts of life were when you weren't doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean? And optimistic pessimism."

and here's today's