TakehitoKaren

Chapter 1 – Blue A lot of people have asked me how I deal with being alone. They have good reason to; pretty much twenty hours of my day are spent in my own company, muted to any sound of friendly voices or presences. In fact, sometimes I'll go for hours on end without hearing any sound at all – apart from my own footfalls and the echoes of ragged breaths being torn from my own lungs. But what people don't understand is this is a different kind of being alone. It's not sitting in an empty room, trying to forget a nasty past. It's a beautiful kind of loneliness; one that is made of a harmony between the living and the non-living; of