"I left... Crossing the street I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would've given anything to be one of them."
- Nicole Krauss
The History of Love
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