Cure

As quoted by Helen Macdonald in “H is for Hawk.”

I think loneliness is an invention of urbanity, of History’s suddenly crowded core. There is no lonesomeness on the grassy plain, or, for that matter, in the dark concrete city heart, so long as singleness is read as the manifestation of singularity of setting, of origin, of a particular life-chain of place.

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