We are lonely but fearful of intimacy. Constant connectivity offers the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship. We can’t get enough of each other if we can have each other at a distance and in amounts we can control.
She spent a great deal of time staring into space, oppressed by the sense that she was waiting. But waiting for what? Surely someone would call, someone must be needing her. Yet each day proceeded like the one before. — Evan Connell, Mrs. Bridge