Revel in the chaos

"I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they won’t let me.
— Charles Bukowski, Ham On Rye"