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It was very much like what has been written - which is to say it was very much like what we have read. The university education, the ambition which failed to commensurate with the circumstances, the grim reality after leaving school. Your refusal to bow - to a time consuming occupation, any philistine would crave for - has resulted having to resort to a low-wage temp. jobs to get by. The mundane task which offers only blisters on your fingers as commission. But how many Bukowskis are there. It doesn't matter if you once aspired to be a poet, a writer, a painter or photographer. It was very much like what they have written. The better use of your hands and observational skills can wait. The aspiration could be easily deferred, but you are really tired at night or distracted. To be diminished and defeated by the years - waiting for your time to come, the time to live your country. It doesn't matter you are of what descent, how easily good books could found here, how many important artists or writers are living in, or was from your city, it was more or less what they have written, what they have mentioned again and again. We are the same person with another name, in another period, of another manner and different physical permutation.