We were so eager to make connections. OG-mates! Classmates! Same faculty! Same secondary school. Same CCA. Primary school classmates, your friend's friend, 3rd degree on friendster. May as well same country, same region, same planet. Such desperate grasps for friendships that always seemed out of reach.

What is it about isolation that makes sitting alone in the canteen so unbearable? Is it the questioning, probing glances that people give you as they pass by in pairs and threes? Is it the mob mentality, the need to surround yourself with people, your pack, wherever you go, to feel safe and secure? Is it the disappointment, that no one has any business with you, that no one depends on or needs you?

I admire those who sit in the canteen alone. The pressure to find someone else to settle down with in isolation is unbearable. It is so much more acceptable to be near a friend, even if you aren't talking, aren't communicating, aren't interacting. Those who sit alone are those who are sure of themselves, those who know there is no fault in isolation, but that their shallow perceptions are misguided, their hasty interpretations fallacious, their haughty judgements baseless.

(There are no loves nor gods men can invent to explain how lonely all men are)

Such a powerful image the movies use. Where the world rushes by in twos and threes, the lone protagonist standing in the middle of it all, the eye of the storm. I would like him to be calm, cool and detached, yet more often than not he is confused, lost, and searching for something.

(Reach must always exceed grasp, or what's a heaven for?)