The fact is that we’re all lonely, of course. Everyone knows this, it’s almost a cliché. So yet another layer of my essential fraudulence is that I pretended to myself that my loneliness was special, that it was uniquely my fault because I was somehow specially fraudulent and hollow. It’s not special at all, we’ve all got it. In spades.

— David Foster Wallace, Good Old Neon

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