No friends — 5 Comments

  1. The high high price of the itinerant life.
    And those friendships that last tend to be scattered geographically – so they live one, but it’s harder to do the park bench thing on the spur of the moment.

  2. I think the park bench thing is probably only possible in small communities or where people have worked for the same employer for decades. I wonder if it was really possible even in the 1960s New York of Simon and Garfunkel’s early days

  3. Two of us were made redundant a few days ago, as we came out of the meeting where we were told the news my colleague said, ‘do you know what the worst thing is, that we shan’t work together anymore…’

  4. There is a kind of bereavement in realizing that you are not going to see people again.

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