Loneliness is such a cliché that one wears it like armour, sharpened, shiny? Or is it simply a fault in our makeup? You were manufactured with a loose wire, a missing screw? To be alone is to admit defeat? Diminished in character, low self, absent ego? One or one hundred friends, does it make any difference? I don’t know. I just noticed that when I’m present in a moment of kindness, a moment of love… I forget I was born alone, at that hour just before dawn.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.