We’re living in a butcher shop. The fact that we die is the only comfort in the whole thing. The anxiety comes from some kind of acute illusion of busyness. There are so many things to do that you’re not doing, so many thoughts to think that you’re not thinking, so many women to make love with that you’re not loving.
From Leonard Cohen Obscured…A Haunting by Spector by Stephen Holden. Rolling Stone: January 26, 1978. Photo Credit: Roloff Beny / Library and Archives Canada / PA-196331 Originally posted Jan 11, 2014 at DrHGuy.com, a predecessor of Cohencentric