You’re never truly lonely, somewhere in the void, your sentient essence is filled with the airy souls of marvelous companions from books you’ve read, films you’ve watched and more importantly those who have brought you joy with no askance. Those are our unseen comrades who gather around us, even in our most impossibly loneliest of times, for how else would we know that state of self without those voices from the aether revolving and undulating about our clouded clusters of neural flairs encased in meat.
M.A.K