Thursday August 16, 1973

–people did not understand one another anyway. They collided with one another or charmed one another, hugged or trampled one another, but everyone thought only of himself– His emotions, memory, and senses divided him from others as effectively as thick reeds screen the mainstream from the muddy bank. Like the mountain peaks around us, we looked at one another, separated by valleys, too hight to pass unnoticed, too low to touch the heavens. — Jerzy Kosinski, The Painted Bird