This is “Untitled (Portrait of Marcel Brient)” by Felex Gonzalez, I realized that I was going more towards loneliness and I felt lonely in my own bed–I can’t relate to losing a loved one to AIDS. But I can relate to being incredibly sad and alone in your own bed.

How I felt just b being stuck on the computer for entertainment, and connect with humanity.

When no one wrote back, I felt like I was ignored–even though I knew my friends were busy. I knew they we’re: at work, at orientation, or at class. But I could help but feel like puling a tantrum after the 3d day.

After a while I just felt stupid, that other people had other things–larger things to worry about than their friends not texting back. And it reminded me of this art work.