Ironically, right at the moment when I started to write this blog series, I also started to feel like maybe I was too connected. I also write fiction, as you might know, and I’ve been trying for years to write a book about loneliness. I spent yesterday wandering around the Mission District, just sitting in cafes and watching other people, and something about channeling my own loneliness felt really productive. Sure, I could’ve dispelled it by making a few calls. And the feeling was certainly not pleasurable. It didn’t feel like solitude. It didn’t feel life-affirming. I felt disconnected. But those are the feelings that I need to write from. Anyway, just wanted to leave a note on here saying it’s not all bad!