Love of Lights

I used to write beautifully on my blog, but then I must have gotten lazy or something, I'm not quite sure what happened. I hope that laziness hasn't transmitted itself into my fiction writing too; that would be disastrous. I guess what I'm saying is: I'm just going to try to be a little bit more careful -- neater punctuation, more easily flowing word-use. I have a few words to say on loneliness today. Nothing groundbreaking or original, but a few personal observations. Loneliness seems to manifest itself in different ways: sometimes it appears as boredom and others just a panging, inexplicable sadness. I notice now that every sad feeling is, by degrees, a form of loneliness. I mean, the poor can retain feelings of joviality, so long as they are surrounded by loved ones and can freely express or be distracted from the things that would otherwise internally torment them; though it would certainly benefit them greatly, they do not need material wealth to feel positively....