everywhere
The party for me is at home, surrounded by books in a room often filled with music. The words left on pages by those now gone soothe and remind me that I am not the first to feel a total lack of desire for the crowd and their popular consensus. Poetic prose that ponders our place on the planet, and how I wish I had those gifts, but how this lifts me none the less and inspires me to proceed through all of the muck and filth of this tumultuous existence. Everyone else seems to be looking for the best offer and therefore can never feel content with the current situation. They are forever wondering if there is something better happening somewhere else with better people. Don’t you know that people everywhere are just looking for sex and company without regard for intellect or character?