Loneliness is waking up not thinking about anyone, heading to the kitchen followed by no one, sitting on a
chair,
smoking a
cigarette, picking up old obsessions and planning an overcharged schedule. Loneliness is thinking while leaving work about getting into a room we already know empty, it is thinking while leaving work about the
apartment walls and how they sink into their foundation. It is smoking a cigarette while starring out the window, trying to notice a
face, capture a photograph of an expression, clear our throat and proceed with our work. Taking our clothes off a body that is absent to ourselves, resting while being aware of our need to recharge, and try to avoid sleeping. He found a place where he could halt, stopped in the location setting boundaries with white chalk and broke the connection. Light accentuated his pale tired face. He
set his hands on his tighs, remained seated for a couple of seconds, his shoulders set at the back of the chair, tempted to cast the silence, before crossing his apartment step.
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