Writing is that neutral, composite, oblique space where our subject slips away, the negative where all identity is lost, starting with the very identity of the body writing.
Loneliness is a lifelong companion, an established fact. Instead of denying it, fighting it, and avoiding it needlessly, you’d better accept it, let it protect you from going home in the crowd, and let it accompany you to breakfast on Saturday morning and tidy up the sunshine.
