"The poet's greatest lament is lost, or at least, unrequited, love. This state, apparently, best stirs the passions of those who wield words like a sword, and are as often impaled on their prose as saved by it. I love it. This site [Craigslist.com] is the modern equivalent of screaming into the void; the cold echo of your own searching the only sound returning to your ears. But search we do, and manifest our hope and resilience with every word. I hope there are some successes. I also hope that the natural human condition is maintained: the fruitless search that delivers to us the wound that is real life and ultimately keeps us more alive."
Yikes.
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