a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
Aliide Truu: I don’t have a phone.
Zara: Why not?
Aliide Truu: I don’t have anyone to call.
Zara: What if somebody wants to call you? Are you lonely?
Aliide Truu: I’ve always been alone.
I haven’t ever really found a place that I call home. I never stick around quite long enough to make it.
I used to think about one day, just not telling anyone, and going off to some random place. And I’d just disappear. And they’d never see me again.
When you’ve given everything, what do you have left?