There is never loneliness among the people you know.
For them, you never really know. In cyberspace, no one is ever really alone.
A childless divorcee weeps in solitude.
(Wedding pictures on her profile page she flaunts, and hence is not alone)
The cat woman in her home, alone, is dead.
(No one knows exactly when)
Her one dozen cats gnaw her corpse. So she was not alone.
There was 13 of Them. Together, on her profile page, in cyberspace.
A hikikomori’s mom finds her hikikomori child in his room.
Making a pendulum swing from a noose. Lonely. Dead. Really dead. Incense in his room.
An obituary page in cyberspace to celebrate.
Family. Smiles. Poses. Cheers. In a space where loneliness never truly is.
