I turned faceup on the slab of stone, gazed at the sky, and thought about all the man-made satellites spinning around the earth. Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

Loneliness according to Strays Don't Sleep, Radiohead, Ingrid Michaelson.

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