I’ve been seeing my loneliness as an entity I live with, like a roommate. I take my loneliness on dates. We listen to sad music together. We sit together at dinner. I look it in the eyes. We don’t fight. 

Every person I’ve interacted with so far has made me better. I want to do the same for the people I’ve yet to meet.

I can’t promise you a new, scintillating take on Emin’s work, nor an intimate interview with her, but I can tell you that standing in front of My Bed felt like getting into bed with a stranger, a lover, a friend, and a mirror all at once.