Hell of Loneliness

What was this “Hell of Loneliness”? he wondered. Perhaps they had misnamed it, he thought then, but now he could understand it very well. Loneliness was an unsatisfied thirst for illusion.

(Abe Kōbō, Suna no Onna)

The Face of Another

So nothing will ever be written down again. Perhaps the act of writing is necessary only when nothing happens.

(Abe Kōbō, The Face of Another)