People Are All We've Got

an essay on Advent, Fleabag and Aloneness for subscribers

The Conversation

The pandemic has, among other things, brought the epidemic of isolation to the forefront.

I have often in my life felt alone, especially when I imagine myself to be so unlike others. The more terminally unique I fancy myself to be, the more alone I feel. 

And on an existential level, yes, ok fine, we are alone. Meaning we are singular. No…