this captures so well that feeling of savoring life alone but feeling the presence of an "invisible addressee" missing. i felt like this a lot when i was traveling alone in melbourne:
"It wasn’t loneliness. Or, if it was, it was the sort that cracked your heart open so the rest of the world could rush in. Unbearable fondness: I like that better"
this captures so well that feeling of savoring life alone but feeling the presence of an "invisible addressee" missing. i felt like this a lot when i was traveling alone in melbourne:
"It wasn’t loneliness. Or, if it was, it was the sort that cracked your heart open so the rest of the world could rush in. Unbearable fondness: I like that better"
really reminds me of linda gregg's "grinding the lens" about being "alone and happy." https://comraderadmila.com/2020/06/18/grinding-the-lens/
"Order only matters if someone plans on leaving"