Because there is a loneliness, there is also a writing in need. Of ideas and ways of apprehending that are short-sighted. That need to be corrected. The absence, accepting and writing with it. An accepting writing that has at its centre a return that can never be. A sense of a depression, a slight hollowness in the self's surface. Pain has put it there. This hollow gathers words around it. So this empty writing, it is also someone asking to be guided. The short falls, the poverty of the analysis, these are the acting out of what could never be. What is wanting to be recognised. The absence of presence, another way of writing "I'm so lonely." Performing a wound that wants a recognition, to consciously appear. Or at least a partial settlement that there will always be an absence, and that this absence is enough...