feel lonely and turn on the radio but the jangle of the news studio in London and all of the things that are happening in the world make me dizzy. Even though I am alone, quite far away from other people, and my days are filled with walks and books and cooking meals, I have not been able to hear the silence. My mind is roiling with anxieties, thoughts crammed thickly inside of my skull. When I close my eyes at night I hear police sirens calling to me, puncturing my sleep.
