It’s Friday night I’m alone as I write. There are a lot of lonely nights as a writer, nights where I hole myself up and let my mind move through my fingers. But I’m not alone in my forlorn feelings: We’re all human, all of one mind, all alone in our own ways. To appease… Read More We’re All Alone, So Why Do We Feel So Alone?
There’s a strange sense of ignoring a friend, comparable to making direct eye contact with someone you used to know before awkwardly looking down and away, pretending you didn’t see them.… Read More The Psychic Loneliness of Not Consuming As Much Shit
On nights of introversion, I often feel a twinge of loneliness. Sometimes the twinge mutates into a blunt ache if I let it. Or if I don’t prevent it. I can never pinpoint exactly what it is. A remorse for what I haven’t done or who I haven’t seen, perhaps? A longing for the ability… Read More Huerco S. and the Soundtracking of the Loneliest Thought