No matter how many times you have been surrounded by people, in a
moment you feel the great necessity: being alone, Then you run, from
the place you are at to another one, where you can be all by yourself,
you seat at an imaginary garden and hear the music: it’s Mozart, again
Mozart always Mozart, forever and ever Mozart. There, in that mystic
place you see again the beautiful face of the woman you once loved
very much, and wishes to see her again, even if it is for only once
more. An you feel as you have not felt before, the pain for lost
love’s labours.

Being alone is not the same as feeling alone. Feeling
alone or lonesome, can be tolerated well enough; the other, may be
yes, maybe not. Feeling alone in the street, you enter a commercial
center, and instantly the heat of so many bodies overwhelms you. If
you don’t know what loneliness really is, go to a train station and
watch the train go away. Then, look to your surroundings and see the
faces around you. Then you’ll know exactly what being alone means,
and the sensation of death impregnating the air youŕe breathing.

So, my dear old friend and occasional reader, next time you feel
alone because you were left alone at your house watching for possible
thieves, do yourself a big favor: go out of the house, walk to the
café next corner, there you surely will find a nice hirl your age –
she happens to live next door to you, ask her if you can sit there,
right near her. She would say yes, you can. Then you start talking,
In a while you’ll be lovers, right away, there and then and at the
table. Yes? Can it happen that way? Of course not – but what the hell,
to dream cost nothing.

Let us all dream the impossible dream, the dream of love fulfilled.