I haven’t heard from my wife in 17 months — 17 moths and 10 hours at this writing to be precise. I call her name, I try to summon her spirit. I don’t know where she is.

I haven’t heard from my wife in 17 months — 17 moths and 10 hours at this writing to be precise. I call her name, I try to summon her spirit. I don’t know where she is.
His isolation breeds morbid introspection. He is trapped in his own house and he is trapped in his own mind.
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When I’m in a cold, lonely place, and feeling down, like tonight in 9 degrees Upstate New York, I think of my wife who is in a far colder and lonelier place.