which hits it pretty much head on.....it's a bit...i dunno....bit fist aloft for a breezy, monday afternoon...but still

''at the worst of times, in the worst of cities, if i could have a small room and be alone in it with the old dresser, the bed, the torn window shade, i would begin to fill with something good; the unmolested tone of the singular self. i had no problem with myself, it was those places out there, those faces out there, the wasted ruined lives- people settling for the cheapest and easiest way out. between church and state, the family structure; between our educational and entertainment systems; between the eight hour job and the credit system, they were burned alive. closing the door to a small room or sitting in a bar night and day and was my way of saying no to all that''

that's right that.