I took my walk to work yesterday down by the lake -- Lake Mendota. That makes the walk a few blocks longer, but the lake has its mystic pull for the solitary individual, as I was and often am on my walks around Madison.
My camera took note of the other solitary figures.
The woman with a computer:
The man with a skateboard. He's feeding the ducks, which you are not supposed to do:
The man with headphones...
... and the man with a book and his foot up on the railing, the man tying his shoe, the seagull on the lamppost....
Are they -- are we -- lonely?
I think about 2 of my favorite Thoreau quotes, which I wrote down long ago on this page of my "Amsterdam Notebooks":
My camera took note of the other solitary figures.
The woman with a computer:
The man with a skateboard. He's feeding the ducks, which you are not supposed to do:
The man with headphones...
... and the man with a book and his foot up on the railing, the man tying his shoe, the seagull on the lamppost....
Are they -- are we -- lonely?
I think about 2 of my favorite Thoreau quotes, which I wrote down long ago on this page of my "Amsterdam Notebooks":
"A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will."UPDATE, April 4, 2013: To think that less than a year later, I would be married! How strange. I hope all the lonely people — where do they all come from? — have, since this time in September 2008, found someone to love, as I found my own dear sweet Meade.
"Why should I be lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?"