A small passage from Pure Colour, written by Sheila Heti. On thinking, hearing, living. Here she goes, beautifully:

"She felt so alone in those days. Not that she minded. It is only when you get older that everyone makes you feel bad about being alone, or implies that spending time with other people is somehow better, because it proves you to be likeable. But being unlikeable wasn't the reason she was alone. She was alone so she could hear herself thinking. She was alone so she could hear herself living." — Sheila Heti

Kindly,

Neva.