““I spent my first two weeks in Toronto massively alone. I couldn’t tell if I had forgotten how to meet people, or if this was a skill I had simply never acquired in the first place. Being inside my head for several days in a row felt like a kind of death, like I was progressively receding into my imagination, becoming a voice inside my own head. I was less a person, and more like the vague idea of a person, a piece of paper with an inscription on it that said, “IOU: One person.””
