She drives alone to work listening to other people's woes and the propaganda men all shouting at once on the radio about the defects of their imaginary foes. In her cubical working furiously for the quasi-religious sect of Chase Bank or Citi Bank...
Locked behind the door of her "beehive existence" in Apt 3216 watching "The Bachelor" her poverty of loneliness is so profound that she does not even know to cry. The TV commercial asking for donations to the poor of Africa should include a message for this lonely soul.
"Can we love our neighbor? do we even know our neighbor?
Our neighbors just want someone to listen, to know they matter. To hear their story. Reaching our hand out to the ones drowning in the unquiet city.