Day 223-224 Traffic Jam in the Deep Sea of Rush

I often wonder how many people feel the despair of loneliness in a given moment. How many in the world? How many in London? How many in the borough? How many on the street? How many in the church? And how many of my friends? Loneliness creeps in our daily routine and takes over parts of our life. It makes us seek console in our friends and highers our expectation of their a(vaila)bility. Spending so many years with working and studying the isolation has grown into strength and it cheers precious moments on my own. The idea of community living can still carry isolation and people around us can feel lonely. And we walk pass them as we rush after the necessity tasks for survival. We do stop by when there is a cry for help if it is loud enough, otherwise our motions washes the sound away as part of that well-known traffic jam we seem to be stuck in on a daily basis. London is notorious for being a place of business to survive. The tranquillity of mews are like precious islands in the deep sea of rush. And there are so many in the water without a life vest getting tired of constantly being washed away by the waves.