I wondered today why on earth someone who receives so much regular attention could be so depressed.
I wondered if they were lonely. Surrounded by human shrapnel, sharing their stories and meaning and yet they have nothing to contribute... They sit there quietly, watching the others, listening intently, relaying to those too far away to hear, realising quietly how boring their life is, how little they've done, how little they've shared.
Are they bored, gaining weight and losing motivation. Waiting day in day out for people who are waiting for people. Imagine standing at the train station, waiting. Trains arriving and leaving, none of them yours....
