The saddest thing in the world
Woke up this morning, brimming with troubles. Brewed coffee saved me.
I thought about what the saddest thing in the world could be. If it could be just one thing. Surprisingly, I came upon a coffee-shop at the end of a long, empty highway — dark, ill-lit — an elderly white man smoking and drinking coffee. He is facing devastating loneliness — the kind that cannot be allayed by the mere presence of other people. Attempts are being made to distract, and it is not working.
It waits, with weight as real as touch. Fear.
The kind that plunges deep inside you and watches you.