Why am I so lonely? I’m not a bad guy, but that’s not what I mean. Here I am in a room full of people, and I feel lonely, alone, deserted. That doesn’t make any sense, does it? What does that say about me, that I can’t relate to others?
Oh wait, these people are all dead. No wonder I feel lonely. How did I wind up in a room full of dead people? Life is funny that way. One minute you’re making Creme Brulee with a coupe of good friends, and the next minute you’re examining a penguin’s nether regions.
That doesn’t have anything to do with the room full of dead people! That was weeks ago, and the cops have entirely stopped asking questions about the whole incident. Why am I so scatter brained? Why can’t I follow through on one thought for more than a few minutes?
Oh yeah, I have a shunt in my head. Those massive head traumas can be a real pain sometimes. Sometimes is an understatement. That’s like saying sometimes when you’re standing in a room of corpses you’ll feel lonely. Why are they all dead?!