It’s a long walk back to the subway from my new office building (slightly more than a mile) which gives me a lot of time to think while I walk in the evenings.
I’ve been wondering lately what it would be like to not know anyone, to be really alone, for a long time, or even on a permanent basis. Would it even be possible to live a life where you interacted with people on a professional basis, were a regular at a restaurant or some other place such that they recognized you when you came in, but still be alone, without friends? Without family? Without a romantic life? Nothing but TV and your own thoughts to keep you company.
Just another dispatch…
Hmmm – sometimes the vision of a life like that has seemed strangely comforting. It would be so peaceful and quiet. For me there has been the odd image of “going to Montreal” – which has been the label I’ve put on leaving all contacts behind, moving to a place where I am unknown, and not even starting over, but just going on, alone.
Of course that is a complete fiction.