THE POET AND HIS SOLITUDE
You live in and of the city, an isolated being in a wilderness of concrete and glass. Casual encounters accentuate rather than diminish your sense of superfluity. Tentative arrangements become an exaggerated imposition, a hypocritical step towards sociability, a leap in the dark.
Somewhere, someone is lonely because you are lonely, cut off by chance and circumstance from that which you seek, that which you dream of every day, that which only a simpleton or a lunatic would deem superfluous in the quest for personal satisfaction. This city is a strange affair devoid of affection, a deceptive maze impregnated with the stamp of contemporary society, a miracle of perversity!