I have not suffered from the complete absence of meaning but from its extreme scarcity, which in turn magnified even the smallest experiences.

 I have not suffered from the complete absence of meaning but from its extreme scarcity, which in turn magnified even the smallest experiences. Even a simple accidental touch is enough to satisfy my need for physical contact for a week, yet I doubt I could endure a hug because of the intensity of my internal reaction. My mind would become a ship’s deck with walls full of holes, taking on water from every side and desperately rushing from place to place in an attempt to seal them. Whether the ship would sink or merge back into the sea itself, I cannot say.