LONELINESS CRACKS

Within the framework of this inflexible situation — after months in and out of involuntary isolation — I began to question my own identity and its fluid behavioral patterns. I had come to crave what was now forbidden — intimacy — and the need distracted and tore at me like a hunger. Like any desperate human, I began a feverish search for what I was looking for. I made it my very own little investigation; to search as deep as I could into the abysses of my own loneliness with the hope that I; sooner or later, inside of it; would be able to hold The Answer in my hands. During the weeks of research that followed, I surrounded myself with everything that loneliness had to offer; literature, scientific research, forums, art history, stories, confessions, sounds and unsounds; but primarily in the literary and cinematic fictional world; among the fictitious lonely; I found the true cure and enlightenment — my answer, my intimacy. In front of me stood no one but myself, in the shape of many varied, wide-open figures.