Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.
Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us.
A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine.
Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.
Something had been buried that was not yet dead.
It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.