Photo by Beryl Chan
I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water…She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it. It made her happy.
“Have you ever been in love?” “Love is for real people.” “You sound real.”
She hiked her skirt higher. It was like the beginning of life and laughter, it was the real meaning of the sun.
― Charles Bukowski, from Factotum
T. xx
