Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.
Henry Rollins (1992). “Art to choke hearts ; & Pissing in the gene pool: collected writing 1985-1987”, 2 13 61
