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my boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column underneath us. how could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? if I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. or I would have made some jewelry for him. or told him hilarious jokes. or given him a private tambourine concert.

it made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” it’s true, where do they all come from? and where do they all belong?

(extremely loud and incredibly close - jonathan safran foer)