When I am bored, which is rarely, I usually realize I have forgotten that I am extremely entertaining, and in that forgetting, I have come to expect entertainment to ‘be delivered’ to me. As if I am a prisoner awaiting a meal in my cage. Well, even in a cage I am more entertaining than nearly anything. That feeling is a confused feeling. It isn’t boredom. I abandoned myself.

When I am lonely, which is rarely, I usually realize I have forgotten that I am madly in love with myself, in fact, I am my most famous lover, and I have fallen into the bizarre and senseless expectation that someone from outside should come and outdo me! Absurd! Love is not a delivery service. And you cannot get outside what you ain’t developed inside. Ever. Again, that feeling is a confused feeling. It isn’t loneliness. I abandoned myself.”

— someone we know