The Inherent Unfairness Of Seasonal Solitude

It’s definitely December.

Photo by the author.

I don’t sit with statistics. There’s no comfort for me in numbers on how the odds, systems, and actualities are rigged against those of us moving through life alone. Because I see them, I read them, and it’s like…no shit. No shit this is hard, lonely, and most of all—unfair. It was true before someone put it in a spreadsheet and it’ll be true after. There’s no…