People love to talk to each others. People want to connect. People socialize.
But not with the person sitting next to you.
Not with the person you are having coffee with.
No, during a cosy meeting with an acquaintance, this social contact receives calls to the cell phone, saying “I’ll just have to answer this one, ok?” and I continue to stir my cold coffee.
I sit in the bus and listen to all those phones ringing around me. I look at children who stare blankly out of the bus window while mom is chanting on the phone. I look at two girls, the other is sending a text message while the other girl bites her nails. I hear a man telling her friend he’ll be soon, he’s sitting in the bus, give me ten minutes and I’ll be there.
All this connecting, all this socializing, and still I see so much loneliness around me, isolation in a crowd. Sounds of solitude.