Tag: Lonely

“There’s no way someone can be lonely in a marriage,” she says. I can’t believe these words. They infuriate me. I don’t respond to this ignorantly misguided comment. It may be one of the most appalling remarks I’ve heard during my divorce and years...

Not your house. Not your work. A third place where you can exist just for fun and bump into people you know. Sound unfamiliar? I’m not surprised. Common third places like churches are emptying, and coffee chains fire you through like you’re being served by a pump action shotgun f...

Sometimes, if I’m honest, I want to compromise a little. I want to bend the rules I set for myself. I’m lonely, and it would be so much easier not to be if I was willing to wiggle my standards down lower. But lower is how I got here in the first place. Lower isn’t going to make me ...

We can admire the extremely original and magical buildings of this outstanding Catalan architect in Barcelona. His work has become a symbol of the city and attracts millions of tourists from all over the world. Antoni Gaudí was born in 1852 in the small village of Reus in Catalonia. When h...

In1977, as a bullet train rolled into a Tokyo station, conductors found a 70 year-old man dead in his seat. A post-mortem showed he had been there for some time, unnoticed and undisturbed by passengers and staff. Trapped in a bizarre, worldly purgatory, endlessly ferried from one bland municipal sta...

During my 15-minute walk to the skytrain station, I might have put together a Symphony of the City, containing sounds of: busy busses passing by, loud music bleeding through windows of fast cars that couldn’t really go that fast in the city, people talking on their phones in different language...

I’ve always been good at being alone. Or so I tell myself, at least. Being lonely on the other hand, you never get used to it. That feeling of sitting cross-legged in a bottomless pit where people cannot reach you, but only look over the edge and find your shade. And there’s no ladder. I...

I’ve always been good at being alone. Or so I tell myself, at least. Being lonely on the other hand, you never get used to it. That feeling of sitting cross-legged in a bottomless pit where people cannot reach you, but only look over the edge and find your shade. And there’s no ladder. I...

In the beginning, the internet resembled a quaint village where everybody knew your name. It was largely self-governing and self-policing, with its own norms and customs. Like many insular communities it struggled with, and feared, immigration. Every September a new crop of college freshmen would ge...

Episode 4 features Mariam Assad, whose mother tongue is Arabic, Maryam (her name has been changed to protect her identity) whose mother tongue is Farsi, and Henna Virtanen whose mother tongue is Finnish. listen to the show anywhere you listen to podcasts! …am i the only one who does...