" After saying goodbye to Cassie, Wyatt was alone, an everywhere stranger, his emotions disconnected like old kitchen items strewn around a dump. Loneliness was his only companion. But the loneliness itself was something he simply observed rather than felt so it didn’t bother him, but he did gradually come to worry about the fact that it didn’t. He wondered if he was dying. Maybe. It didn’t seem so, but still, maybe he was. Maybe he was already dead. That thought occurred to him, too. "
― Foster Kinn , The Poet, The Professor, and the Redneck: How Men Die, How They Live