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There are no good people. There are no bad people. There are only people. People who seem to all be traveling on crooked paths and getting in everyone’s way. The problem with people is in their insatiable need to get involved. The problem with people is that they can’t ever mind their own goddamn business. We can never just walk straight and keep focus. We have to stop and mingle, stop and be nosy for a while. Touch one another. Get inside one another. “Who are you? Where are you going?” We have to feel for one another. We have to tear apart one another. Make one another. Inevitably, we conflict with one another. We’re all heading towards the same place, the same dead end. But nobody wants to arrive there too fast. No, we have to delay one another for a while. We insist upon living for a while.