But I know that the moments I’ve felt the loneliest are when I’ve been in a relationship, wondering why there’s so much distance when there should only be closeness. The coupled are supposed to be the lucky ones, so why all this sadness? Is it possible that the coupled inoculate themselves against this haunting sense of disconnect by refusing it away, and pushing their confusion onto the single, insisting, again and again, that it’s the single who are lonely, not they?
FUN FACT OF THE DAY (courtesy of our rock-star publicist, Betsy!): The cover image for Michael Cobb’s Single: Arguments for the Uncoupled is American photographer Berenice Abbott’s Cocteau in Bed with Mask, Paris, 1927. Add that to the book’s unique five-by-nine-inch dimensions, and you’ve got a pretty stellar cover—if we do say so ourselves.