Last night I started playing The Cat Lady, a horror adventure game about a woman whose soul has been suffocated by loneliness. She is lost, and she takes her own life, though of course this is just the beginning of the game, and though I don’t know where it’s going, I suspect that before all is said and done, she will find meaning again, or at least the possibility of meaning, through connections with others.

I also started reading Sarah Schulman’s novel Empathy. From Kevin Killian’s introduction to the 2006 edition:

That reminded me again of my friend’s question from a few days ago:

Yesterday, while chatting with someone I care about, I took this photo, to show her where I was:

We may work on ourselves in isolation, but it’s only in relation to others that we really know where we are.
Notes
mashatupitsyn said: “I want out but only because I want in and there is no in with him,” I tell my mother. “There is no in with anyone anymore. Nobody wants in with anybody.”
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