I must have tripped up some deep cosmic lever as Junot Diaz would put it, if I must now watch a close friend and a former crush fall madly for each other. What a ridiculously small world this is, what stupid coincidences drive other people together, what loneliness for those little particles in space who don’t collide at random with the others.
Sylvia said it best:
“There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction—every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.”
— The Bell Jar