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08‏/03‏/2013

On involuntary solitude

On involuntary solitude...

“The mind is a blank. Jesus, I always thought I was smart. Where are all the things I learned, the books I read, the poems I memorized? There’s nothing there, just a formless, gray-black misery. My mind’s gone dead. God, help me.” 

...“I would rather have had the worst companion than no companion at all,”  


- the journalist Terry Anderson