Humanity Is Lonely

I just got back from seeing Capote for the first time at the Riverview Theater with my friend Pale Poet. Humanity is lonely. Capote was lonely. Those two killers were really, really fucking lonely. Today I saw a pretty girl in a Twins jersey at Cub foods and a voice in my head said go ahead, ask her out, do you want to live forever? But I had nothing worth asking. Have you read the personals on Craig's list recently? There are some lonely, fucked up people out there. I found my $445 apartment on Craig's List and stayed to peruse the great, amazing mass of lonely, grammatically incorrect deviants this planet has spawned. It is amazing. I am certain everyone has a tiny, tiny black hole inside of their soul and we are all slowly leaking, and that's the real reason we die. Fall in love. Have beautiful children, a rewarding career. Go right ahead. That won't plug the hole. It may distract you from the vacuum, but that doesn't mean the vacuum is gone. When a magician is showing you a trick, he distracts you with one flashy hand while actually performing the ruse with his other, sneakier hand.

Still, we must walk the line anyway. Time for me to go hug Spike and Spike, Jr. They look lonely. Right now, despite what I have written, I do not feel lonely. I feel like taking a bath and reading The New Yorker. I will read a story called "The Trojan Sofa".