Where are the lonely people?

I just read Roger Ebert's post about All the Lonely People.

Dear Internet, I'm Lonely.

I just wrote to my brother that I liked what Ebert wrote about being in a foreign city, where nobody knows you and you can quietly wander around and enjoy a coffee by yourself. I like that, I do- I don't think I would have made it as far as I have if I didn't. But I also like coming home to someone, something, waiting for me. I don't care if it's a puppy, I can't stand the solitude of nothing here but my music. It doesn't make me productive, it makes me melancholy. Depressed. Over.