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And now they were all dead, and this was true loneliness: there was no one left to talk about her childhood, and now she was alone with it. There was no one left who could tell her things she couldn’t remember when they were children.
— May 10, 2026 03:17AM
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May 10, 2026 06:50AM
Having similar thoughts about my work which suggests both that I’ve been there a while and that I likely think about it excessively. Cheers
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Jonfaith wrote: "Having similar thoughts about my work which suggests both that I’ve been there a while and that I likely think about it excessively. Cheers"Jon, you captured how it feels to be in the fyke of the workplace astutely - co-workers leaving or retiring, taking with them the stories, habits and common experiences with them - it reminds me how the new management looked forward to the natural disappeareance of those having stayed too long, so they could start with new people, clean slate and not hindered by any knowledge of the past.
carol. wrote: "ah, poetically true."Carol, I agree.... I encountered similar thoughts in Annie Ernaux's The Years and A Woman's Story, but Ditlevsen ihmo put it in indeed a more poetic tone (she was a poet, after all :)) - I also think it's true to other relationships than sibling/parents, when there is no one anymore with whom you've had a shared past, at times such can feel more lonely than the awareness there is no shared present or future anymore.
The quote makes me think of my mother, who in her late eighties used to say frequently "all of them gone."
