A couple of weeks ago I found myself talking to an answering machine of some sort.
I didn’t even think about what I was going to say, somehow it just leaked out of me, coming through a hole I didn’t even notice existed. The hole contained all the bad decisions that had led me here, into the bad place, as I was assessing this was where I was now. A couple of days ago I had felt fine with my life, I even thought to be lucky, but obviously that had been wrong. A delusion and now that something pressed play the truth was speaking loud and clearly to me: I am lonely, it said.
“The loss that the stranger endured traverses the personal loss one feels, potentially connecting strangers in grief“
Judith Butler
The problem with the truth is once it’s out there’s no way to hide it again, no way of gluing things together, sweeping things under a rug, buying the exact same thing and pr…