Loneliness is an internal feeling. I feel it when I sit alone by the pond, feeling the gentle breeze on my cheeks and watching the water slowly wave. I feel it when I watch the washing machine spinning by itself on Sunday evenings. Even in a crowded art gallery, this feeling still persists. The flickering blue light is the best evidence of loneliness. But sometimes spending time with yourself is also a wonderful thing. In this process, you feel the true freedom of the soul.