Mourning Diary - Pg 181

   Exploration of my (apparently vital) need of solitude: and yet I have a (no less vital) need of my friends.
   I must therefore: 1) force myself to "call" them from time to time, find the energy to do so, combat my—telephonic (among other kinds)—apathy; 2) ask them to understand that above all they must let me call them. If they less often, less systematically, got in touch with me, that would mean for me that I must get in touch with them.