“She knew herself for what she was: a great failure at solitude. Sluicing through her twenties illuminated only by the glow of terrestrial television, finding much to her dismay at the age of twenty-nine that she longed to be amused and to be longed for. A faint life. Eating apricots and growing bony and forgetting how to talk to people. Loneliness like a taste on the skin.” LonelinessSolitudeTwenties Book:Salt Slow Source: Salt Slow
“She had often wondered whether solitude was a skill one could lose, like schoolgirl latin, or whether it was simply a talent one acquired, bike-like, never afterwards forgotten.” LonelinessSolitude Book:Salt Slow Source: Salt Slow