I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.
― Franz Kafka (via sherunstowardsthesea)
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
I saw you walking down the street the other night. You were by yourself, with your hands in your pockets and something clearly on your mind. I didn’t mean to see you, but this town is smaller than it seems, and suddenly there you were, illuminated by all of those holiday lights people string up on their fire escapes and fences. And it wasn’t until that moment that we nearly passed each other that I’d ever felt quite so alone.