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In this nature show that rages every day It was then he heard his intuition say We were all basically alone And despite what all his studies had shown That what’s mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis

Andrew Bird.

 Alone With Everybody.

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill. nothing else fills.

Bukowski.

No one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

Franz Schubert

But if you could just see the beauty, These things I could never describe, These pleasures a wayward distraction, This is my one lucky prize.

Isolation, isolation, isolation…