There might be something in there of value that I can take, taken by this delusion I am daily, thinking that my lazy earnestness will suffice for the cars and the shops and the vendors of gaudy goods, thinking my earnestness will compete with snowy television sounds and the pissy subway. Maybe I'm not for here, where I've gotta impress, but for some alien world where big purple trees bend down to feed you fruit punch, where the aliens invite you to random dance parties in which the moves don't matter but enjoyment does. It's not so bad to not love people as it is to consider people not worth loving. What you'd have to think about is that the sun peaks through every once in a while. You can go to a baseball game and enjoy it, but you've gotta remember to really take in the baseball game because there are only so many innings and then you've gotta do something else, maybe buy some mouth wash or write a bad poem.