Status Updates From Ночные дороги

“But even now, every time I am completely alone and I have no book that can protect me, no woman to whom I can turn, nor, finally, these smooth pieces of paper on which I write, without turning around or moving I can feel the presence beside me—perhaps near the door, perhaps farther away—of the specter of someone else’s inescapable death.”

“‘Plato, why do you drink?’
He took several paces without replying and then said, ‘Here again, in this instance, the majority of people deal with the problem incorrectly. The truth, the sad nature of which I am not about to try to refute, consists in the following: we are alcoholics not because we drink, no—we drink because we are alcoholics.’”

My internal monologue 😐