When Tiredness Starts Feeling Like Loneliness Today was a strangely difficult day. Nothing dramatic happened. Nobody died, nobody argued, and the world did not collapse. And yet from the very morning something felt wrong. I drank coffee with relatives, wandered around the house, sat in front of the computer, checked messages, opened random websites, closed them again, looked at unfinished work, avoided it successfully, and then repeated the entire process for several hours like a highly inefficient office employee trapped in a psychological escape room. I simply could not start. Not because there was nothing to do. There was plenty to do. But every task somehow felt heavy before I even touched it. So I circled around work like a cat around hot soup until almost noon. And then something else slowly appeared. Not boredom exactly. Not even depression at first. More like a strange emptiness. A feeling that something was missing. The Feeling ...