I finally found a good metaphor for the lives me and my sister were forced to live. Watching my parents wage their intractable war on each other was like watching two planes collide in mid-air and fall from the sky. Shock and horror and a helplessness that no one could stop but them.
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angel headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.”
― Allen Ginsberg