Solitude brings peace but not for long, being alone brings
restiveness, a longing for a voice even if it speaks banal
utterances. Silence doesn’t make a man whole, he needs
to hear voices, to make sure we are not alone in a world
full of noises that means nothing for the basic needs of
daily life. Simple things like “what’s on telly, darling?”
if we do not listen carefully, we lose love behind words
of domestic murmur. If we lose the ability to listen out
for the ordinary, we lose the big picture, our remoteness
becomes agonizing, like a constant hum of melancholy.
