I’ve started reading The Kingdom of Couches by Will Walker, it seems good so far.

In talking about “The Space Between Close and Distant”, Walker says (emphasis mine):

The space between close and distant is the worst kind of loneliness, which is not that of being alone, but unknown. I have always been noticed and liked, but rarely known. The first time I really admitted this to myself was one morning at Mozart’s Coffee on Lake Austin. Mozart’s was packed, everyone working on something or trying hard to relax. I couldn’t help but feel that we were all addicted to doing stuff. It made me think of an ant farm, not in a demanding sense — we would likely not have plumbing or pineapple salsa without such productivity — but in a way that it seems we are all running around looking for something that is at the same time trying to find us.

I couldn’t agree more. And what is this pineapple salsa Walker speaks of, and more importantly, where do I get some? It sounds delicious!