Dolores O’Riordan, singer in the Cranberries, died today. In the fall of 1993 I was living in an apartment by myself for the first time, the Baltimorean on N. Charles Street. I was devoting myself full-time to being a writer and kind of hating it. I didn’t know anyone in Baltimore and the people in my program were mostly older than me and socially inaccessible and I was lonely. The apartment was always too hot. I ate spaghetti with jar sauce for dinner by myself and listened to “Linger.” It’s still the sound of loneliness to me, after all these years.
