Lonely

I've been watching all the people, the kids at my school, reading emails that my Jo Jo Joanna wrote me about how sad she is, and how, ironically, all she eats every day are jo jo's, those slabs of potatos that stick in my throat.
I wish I could fix us all. Everyone has something inside of them that makes them hurt. I'm always complaining about my life, but there's so many people that have it so much worse...

We live in a world that is fast approaching carrying capacity, where the density of some Indian cities is incomprehensible, where people surround us everywhere we look... and yet, we are all so incredibly lonely.

I love the Beatles, so it immediately makes me think of this song:

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
who is it for?

All the lonely people
where do they all come from?
All the lonley people
where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
what does he care?

...Ah, look at all the lonely people...

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved.

All the lonely people...
where do they all come from?
All the lonely people...
where do they all belong?