It doesn’t do to look too hard into this mystery, which is as far from being simple as it is from being safe. We don’t know enough about ourselves. I think it’s better to know that you don’t know, that way you can grow with the mystery as the mystery grows in you. But, these days, of course, everybody knows everything, that’s why so many people are so lost.

Damn that was a hell of a book. Really one of the greatest of all time tbh. Its so completely human and real. In a way that so many books arnt. It captures the complete experience of these people. And how fucking hard it was to have anything good back then. And how lost everyone is. I wonder what Harlem is like now under the surface. It certainly doesn’t feel gentrified. Hopefully things are genuinly better.

But really, what the hell America. What a fucked up place where a mam can be allowed to do that to a fellow man. And still to this day its happening. Continually. Its really aweful. Those old guys wondering round Harlem? They lived through parts of aprtite. Thats real man.

Its a bit like Of Mice and Men. Theres hope but you know that nothing can really work out. Or if it did there’s a 1000 of the same stories where it didn’t and everyone is just a broken wreck.

If Beale street could talk. Oh man, if those streets in Harlem could talk.