--Aaron Ben Ze'ev
Sometimes I think my loneliness is screaming and people can't ( or don't care to) hear it.
I remember the first time I went to Paris, 4 years ago. It was my 50 year old birthday present to myself
A few months later, I had shown my mother the hundreds of pictures I had taken. The only thing she said in response to the pictures was;
"You're lonely, aren't you?"
I don't know how she came upon that conclusion after seeing my pictures. I was disappointed. It was as if she didn't know me, like she had just met me. If there was anyone that should have known that I was lonely, it should have been her. She knew I loved Paris, and I had talked about having my honeymoon there, but I had turned 50 before I found my wife, and the only person she saw in my pictures besides the passersby, was me. It's been years since I mentioned a girlfriend. My response was 'yeah, ma, I'm lonely,' but I wanted to say 'how could you not know I was lonely?'