"lonely people will go inside stores and supermarkets and bookshops as a way to pass the time. they will sit at a crowded plaza to eat a cheap meal on their own and smile at limping pigeons and stare at people imagining how many of them are on a date or in love or on the brink of falling in or out of love, all while a man sings about bluebirds flying over the rainbow. they'll realize how alone they are, they will be okay. or not. solitude no longer weighs on them because it's a part of who they are. lonely people will be wondering if they'll ever stop being so."