In evolutionary terms, our reliance on each other has ensured our species’ survival. Loneliness is born of this desire to connect, a need as intrinsic to us as hunger or thirst. I try to tell Jon that it’s alright to feel lonely sometimes. I tell him to get out of bed but instead he buries himself further under the blankets.

He’s being facetious about his feelings; he is pining to the point where it becomes a self-deprecating charade, and he becomes a caricature of himself. I know his longing is genuine. We all know how acutely the lack of connection can be felt. Why is it so difficult to express earnestly? This work aims to widen the spectrum of our communication; to include in our narratives the days that love is not found, and beds are not made.