flavours of loneliness

by Stormfish July. 30, 2010 4906 views

“Loneliness has many flavours, from sour through salty like tears till bitter, even when surrounded by a crowd.

Many dreams are lonelymakers when you realize how far they are from reality. But reality is the most brutal lonelymaker of all. Door to door yet divided by an ocean.”

zurich, july 2010

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Rodica O 9 years, 7 months ago

"...Sadly, supportive examples flitted through his mind.
A wife who'd been abused as a child, unable to engage her husband in a mutually gratifying sexual relationship because she couldn't lower the walls of protection she'd built around herself.
A man told all his life he didn't measure up, now safely encased in his own shell, afraid that even those closest to him might learn he really didn't.

Some covered their insecurity by overcompensating with talk, talk, talk. Or food. Or athletics. Or addictions. Or ridiculous behavior to garner attention. Everyone was a lonely victim of life's complexity; B. wondered what mysteries they hid behind, what secrets and fears secured their loneliness ?

Who was the skateboarder practicing on the rails by his condo really? A young man who was ready to begin 'really' living because he wasn't yet satisfied with who he was ? Life for him was still practice for some real test, which lay a month or a year or maybe five years away. When he passed it, his peers would truly appreciate him. Cherish him even. He would find his significance.

Problem was, that day would never arrive. Everyone was still either telling themselves it was all just around the corner, or they were living with the haunting suspicion that the pot at the end of the rainbow was all a fantasy.That in reality they were alone in a jungle and the rainbows were just illusions.
So then, life was really just a mind game, wasn't it ? And most people really were handicapped.Mentally. ILL.

B. tapped the windowsill with his forefinger. Nonsense, of course. This was simply his way of dealing with his OWN insecurities. Unlike most, he was at lest able to see the truth. Still, he was fated to face the same monsters of inadequacies, insignificance, and isolation everyone faced.

If N. knew the full story, the psychologist in her would say that he was a man trapped by the profound despair of never finding a woman who measured up to the one soul mate he'd loved and then lost..."

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Rodica O 9 years, 7 months ago

The expression of the man in the whole context is one of the best catch on your blog and possibly on Photoblog as well. I find it very moving and at the time I saw it first when you posted it I couldn't make any comment on it...still can't...
The image stayed with me and recently I found this fragment in the book I was reading which reminded me of it.....Sorry, I didn't intend to break the record of the longest comment, but as the space is not reserved........

"....In their eyes, he'd seen a small part of himself.
The revelation came back but there have been more, this haunting that was slowly creeping into his mind...
This notion that each human was truly alone in the world, confronted by the complexity of life. And finding themselves alone, they felt insecure. Not loved the way they should be. Not really wanted. Outcasts. Pretenders on some subtle but profound level.
Weather or not they were willing to admit it, all humans were self-contained and alone. The wisest and hardiest among them managed to acknowledge that fact and surpass it. More experienced adults had found ways to cope, but many if not most felt it still. Younger adults suspected it deep in their bones and cried out for significance. Some retreated from insecurity as a matter of survival..."

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Art Bee 9 years, 7 months ago

These people all look like they are waiting for something to happen. They seem rather bored actually, like the main attraction has not arrived yet. Great captured moments! Well done!

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Ambikarajgopal 9 years, 7 months ago

very ironic these images are

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Jacek 9 years, 7 months ago
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Sal Febbraro 9 years, 7 months ago

it's all about biological forces and social conventions

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Sara G 9 years, 7 months ago

Interesting...he looked so bored around these "hot chicks"..maybe he's a guard or undercover agent :-)

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David Swatton 9 years, 7 months ago

Such a melancholy set and I can only see such loneliness increasing, especially when the iPod/FaceBook generation have completely evaporated their social skills.... shit, you are getting ne depressed now!

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Roxanne 9 years, 7 months ago

oh this is rather awesome. los angeles is like that for me - lonely in a crowd. I think this woman's body language says it all.

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Agnes Felber 9 years, 7 months ago

You found a really sad face under the chestnut tree...The young crowd around him just multiplies the painfulness of his loneliness. He definitely is not there to have fun like the rest of them... Great find, Michael!

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Mikkal Noptek 9 years, 7 months ago

Very interesting.

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Tahasin Ahmed 9 years, 7 months ago

nice concept..this photography told the story behind the news

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Monika 9 years, 7 months ago

ps. pointing him out by using the "abwedler werkzeug" in ps makes him ghost like, as if he would be evaporated into air the next moment. and maybe, he was the least lonely in the crowd...
whose citation are these brilliant, poetic lines? I`d like to read from him/her more ;)

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Monika 9 years, 7 months ago

déjà vu.

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