The Loneliness Project
HEN I set out to write a book about loneliness, I imagined it would be easy. Loneliness seemed simple: It was a bad feeling, but it was also romantic in some way, a problem that novels and movies had trained me to believe was an intellectual one that afflicted writers and artists, alone for too long with their thoughts in their cluttered apartments and their underappreciated ideas. I was coming off the publication of my first book, , which had taken me nearly a decade to finish, though in many ways—as with all first books—it had taken my than loneliness?
