There’s the type of loneliness that other people can relieve.
And then there’s the type of loneliness that they can’t.
There’s the type of loneliness that comes upon you from nowhere, like a summer storm.
And then there is the type of loneliness that comes upon you in the middle of the street.
Surrounded by crowds, but still lonely.
Alone in your apartment and still lonely.
These different types of loneliness; they all think that they are unique.
But they aren’t.
Suffering from terminal uniqueness; yes we are.
That familiar type of loneliness; lying on a couch with a cat.
We are locked alone in our loneliness; yes, we are.
Each of us alone or surrounded by people.
But each thinking of a prison of loneliness.
And then thinking of a key, a way out — a handsome, a beautiful stranger arriving at that lonely party; or the at-last-ring of the telephone after lying, sitting, lying for hours on the lonely couch, but finally that ring.