Is there a saturation point of loneliness? And, does it come when your at your most lonely? I say that it actually arrives when you’re in the middle … blissfully in the midst of your companions one night and alone the next. Contrast is what makes it worse; knowing that just last night you were happy and laughing and now you’re just worthless. Or something. Anyhow, maybe lust is like that too; maybe you lust for so long that you forget what it really means until you’re reminded of it again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but there’s only so fond a heart can get if it can’t remember what she even looked like…