the loneliness diaspora

I am delighted to note tonight that 75% of my blog pals have posted recent updates to their blogs. And to note, too, that we are all isolated and lonely and terrified in our own ways, and have each sought to fill the sudden voids in our post-community lives with art: modern dance lessons, cross-stitching and hunts for Eudora Welty's house, museum tours, cat quilts, book clubs, schematics for Jacob's ladders, panoramic photography, Burmese slapstick performances, a boy to watch movies and have sex with, LSAT study, comparing flatware sets, daydreaming in Los Angeles, South Africans named Andrew, and IP litigation. I am not the only one looking for something, I think. The market only reflects the national mood.