Last week a friend remarked to me that all people seem to write about at Columbia is isolation. At first, I laughed, because I saw the truth in what she said. But then I realized the complex implications a statement like that raises. It is, of course, an extension of the classic paradox of living in New York: if the city is so big, then why do we all feel so lonely? The answer, it seems, lies within the question itself. In such an immense place, our individual voices are lost.
