A friend was counseling another friend who was living and working in Germany. We were in a brightly lit cafe; I was immersed in a game, and my friend was simultaneously reading a monumental mammoth book and chatting.
His friend was lonely.
Insanely lonely but too smart and proud to do anything stupid, or to merely freeze out of inactivity.
Perhaps his soul was grating and teething and feeling a loneliness that creates static electricity with everything touched.
Even though a million miles away and a million conversations away from familiarity, I felt that he was a kindred spirit.
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