The Costs of Feeling Lonely in a Crowd
Apr. 7th, 2026 09:03 pmAn interview with a loneliness researcher about the varieties of social isolation
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An interview with a loneliness researcher about the varieties of social isolation
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The most moving image to emerge from the Artemis II mission has not been a snapshot of the moon or the Earth. The camera was instead pointed at the astronauts themselves, squeezed inside their tiny capsule. Christina Koch sat in the foreground, strapped into her chair. Only parts of the other three were visible. Jeremy Hansen, the Canadian, was talking to ground control but also to an international livestream audience.
Hansen said that the crew had spent part of yesterday morning looking out the window at the moon. The astronauts had seen an abundance of craters, including a few scars likely incurred about 4 billion years ago, when, during their shared childhood, the Earth and its satellite were both bombarded by asteroids. Many of the lunar dimples and round basins already have official names, but not all of them. Hansen said that the crew would like to propose a couple of new ones.
Naming is a poetic act, and it can go wrong. Before Richard Nixon’s 1972 announcement of a new spacecraft that would carry Americans to orbit more regularly, Peter Flanigan, his assistant, made the case that it ought to have an exciting name. Someone had suggested Pegasus. Naming the program for a winged horse—a working animal that could fly to and fro—made sense, and it was a callback to the classical Greek grandeur of Gemini and Apollo. Flanigan liked “Space Clipper” and “Starlighter,” but he warned against “the Space Shuttle,” Nixon’s eventual choice, because to him, that name connoted “second-class travel.” By emphasizing the routine nature of the cosmic jaunts that the new spacecraft would enable, it risked reminding people of their dreary commute. It robbed the shuttle’s destination—the celestial realm!—of mystique.
For this mission that has just flown around the moon, and those that will succeed it, NASA picked a much more inspired name, better even than the one given to the agency’s previous moon program, more than half a century ago. “Apollo” was never quite right. It is the name of a sun god, an avatar of reason, order, and harmony. Artemis is a proper moon deity. As a wild forest huntress, she embodies the dreamier lunar qualities, the nighttime longing and magic.
On Monday, while flying around the moon, the crew tried to live up to this elevated standard of naming. During the livestream, Hansen said that the crew hoped that a crater on the moon’s far side might share the name of their spacecraft, Integrity. You can understand why they might have been feeling gratitude for the little vessel at that moment. In carrying them farther from Earth than any humans had ever traveled, it had bested the Santa María, the H.M.S. Endeavour, and every single one of the Apollo crew modules. For days, its thin walls had been the only thing separating their soft animal bodies from the lethal vacuum of space.
[Read: Why doesn’t anybody realize we’re going back to the moon?]
Hansen said that the second crater was especially meaningful to the crew. It was located close to the boundary line between the moon’s near and far sides, and can be seen from Earth for part of the year. Hansen proposed that it be named for a departed loved one from their “astronaut family.” To his right was Reid Wiseman, the mission’s commander, who in 2020 lost his wife, Carroll, to a five-year battle with cancer. The couple’s two daughters were teenagers at the time, and since then, he has raised them on his own. “We would like to call it Carroll,” Hansen said of the crater. His voice cracked as he spelled it out. C-A-R-R-O-L-L. The astronauts wiped away tears, and all four of them floated up to the top of the capsule, in a group hug—an image of human tenderness, beamed down to a planet that badly needed one.
Wiseman is now on his way home to his daughters. The crew blasted off from the Atlantic coast, but on Friday, they will splash down in the Pacific. They’ll don entry suits and point Integrity’s heat shield at Earth’s fast-approaching atmosphere. The friction and burn will surround them in a placenta of superheated plasma. When it nears 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit, the astronauts will lose contact with ground control. Parachutes will shoot out of the spacecraft to slow it down and stabilize it. According to NASA, the fabric will have been packed tight, to the density of oak wood. The capsule will splash down off the coast of San Diego, and orange airbags will inflate to flip it upright. Divers from the U.S. Navy will approach in choppers and quickly set up a platform. Someone will slide open the capsule’s door, and the astronauts will come out and huff down sweet lungfuls of sea air.
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The tower was about 13 metres tall, with walls approximately 2 metres thick. Its south side, facing the open fields, had much deeper foundations than the north side, which faced the city.
Because the tower’s remains were discovered at the planned entrance to a new underground parking garage, the foundations were moved 40 metres and preserved in the public bicycle parking beneath the square.
The original location of the tower is marked in the square’s pavement, in front of Plein 1944 28.
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These scientists are proposing a new law of nature
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Personally I suspect Blake Morrison has either not read terribly deeply in memoirs of the past, because I could probably without too much struggle come up with instances which were not at all about being 'a geriatric, self-satisfied genre (politicians, generals and film stars looking back fondly on long careers)', but one sees that this is a position he has to take up in order to make his case about Ye Moderne Confeshunal memoiring.
‘Enough of this me me me’: Blake Morrison on memoir in the age of oversharing
(Harriette Wilson would like a word, just saying, for starters.) (We can so imagine dear Harriette on social media, no?)
I'm not sure he's really got an argument there rather than some vague blathering about published memoirs vs social media and blogs, especially given the, er, thinness of his historical grounding (though in some cases past memoirists prudently arranged for the work to published posthumously).
And as for people being somewhat lax with the truthiness of their memoirs, how about this chap: The schoolteacher who spawned a Highland literary hoax:
The book’s author and narrator, Donald Cameron, describes his early life in Blarosnich, a remote hill farm in the Western Highlands in the 1930s and early 1940s. The book presents a Brigadoon-like spectacle of an agrarian community seemingly little touched by modernity, populated by pious women, elderly aristocrats and lusty farm lads.
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Donald Cameron was, in fact, a pseudonym of Robert Harbinson Bryans, an itinerant bisexual schoolteacher turned travel writer who was born in Belfast in 1928 and died in London in 2005. Also known as Robin Bryans, his name is now largely forgotten apart from among students of plots and conspiratorial claims.
We’ve come a long way since then
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