One Person
There is a kind of loneliness like no other: eating alone in public. This is the world’s saddest scenario, sadder than poverty and homelessness. Animals always take great pride in sharing food or fighting for food. “He who eats alone is dead (but not he who drinks a lone. Why is that?)” This person needs to “prove” his existence. Thus he tries to do things out of thin air: running, writing, creating, conquering. This person’s final stop would be a narrow single bed. From that moment on, his back is tightly attached to the board of the bed, his most firm support, where his world unfolds itself: his bedroom, the apartment, the apartment building, streets, neighborhoods, cities, co...