The Death Inside.
Exeter Winter 1978.
Reading this again, it gives the impression that I was lonely and unhappy at Exeter. That was certainly not the case; I made a number of good friends, many of whom I keep in touch with today. But it is not that kind of loneliness, but rather an existential experience of alienation. Around this time, I came across Ursula Le Guin's Farthest Shore, and the Unmaker in it draws the meaning from people's lives, so that there is nothing left - "There is a hole in the world, and the light is running out." That sums up very well some of my experiences of that time, which came back later, and still occur today on occasion.
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