“Manhattan across the water, the glittering towers. I was working, but I didn't have anything like enough to do, and the bad times came in the evenings, when I came back to my room, sat on the couch and watched the world outside me going through on glass a lightbulb at a time.” LonelinessNew YorkLonelyCityIndescribableMumbaiBig CityLonely City Book:The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone Source: The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
“Loneliness is hallmarked by an intense desire to bring the experience to a close; something which cannot be achieved by sheer willpower or by simply getting out more, but only by developing intimate connections. This is far easier said than done, especially for people whose loneliness arises from a state of loss or exile or prejudice, who have reason to fear or mistrust as well as long for the society of others. [...] The lonelier a person gets, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly the contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it is by no means easy to dislodge.” WritingArtHistoryPsychologyNew YorkMemoirNonfictionAutobiographyEssay Book:The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone Source: The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone