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June 6, 2013
If I were to try to imagine my ideal life, I'm not entirely sure I could. The knee-jerk response would be to want that quiet, thoughtful life of writing, reading, and inward focus. But what about companionship? The joys that come from standing in a crowded club and listening to music so beautiful it makes the hairs on my arms stand on end? The random conversations in the store with strangers or chatting with neighbors as they walk their dogs? I'm a bit of a fraud in that sense. I don't doubt that true solitude would drive me mad.