The evenings he spends in solitude feel more like a way to pass the time than like life itself. The world is right there - vibrant and close - yet it remains on the other side of the glass, as if someone had turned down the volume and taken away the remote control. And yet, he is not entirely alone: his cat has become a loyal friend and companion, bringing a subtle, living pulse to his existence. It is a life of solitude, not abandonment - a quiet, lived-in aloneness, devoid of any sense of hopelessness. That evening, he realized that, ultimately, each of us lives our life alone with ourselves and he accepted it.
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