Friday, October 14, 2011


Loneliness. The word conjures up images of pensioners in one bed rooms apartments in the inner city or outlying suburbs of the innerwest. For me anyway. That's the immediate imagery.

But I think that's bullshit. Loneliness can happen to a person surrounded by people. By family. By work colleagues. Because so many layers have been built into a persona. Being what you are expected to be to so many different people on so many different levels that who you really are doesn't matter anymore. And every now and again you remember who she is and who she maybe used to be.


And you wonder whether you will ever get back there.

To who you are.

If you can remember who that was.

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