The day was oppressively hot, a feature unique to a mid-summer day in Sacramento. The air was pregnant with the scent of the river, and the sun bore down relentlessly. Some tourists on the street were trying to figure out the way to a historical building, now abandoned, that had become popular. I knew the way, but I chose not to assist them because I was too tired to interact with anyone.
It was the 7 year of my solitude. What can I tell? Nothing. It feels pretty good to be alone all the time. When you are living by yourself, alone in big but empty mansion, you have all the time of the world for yourself.
I started feeling intensely lonely when I was 15. I had never expected this loneliness to accompany me throughout my life. But this day was unique. The intense heat, the heavy air, the unrelenting sun - it was as though nature was forcing me to reconsider the choices I had made and the path I had chosen. I had isolated myself from everyone I knew since I was 19
As I pondered upon