What’s imperceptible yet obsequiously felt is more disturbing than the gnawing presence of loneliness or pain or sorrow, a trenchant sensation of melancholy without any cause or reason, like a dark shadow that perches on the palms of one’s hand, but there’s no shadow, only the perception of an elusive memory, wafting tenderly inside the mind of a stranded soul. (— Danny Castillones Sillada, Wings of the Fog)

Never have I felt this cavernous loneliness, where everything's so close and accessible at fingers' touch through the computer keyboard or mobile screen yet impalpably cold and removed from the organic world. (Danny Castilllones Sillada, Homelessness of the Soul in the Digital World)

I want to go home, but lamentably, I don’t know where home is anymore.

Nothing’s lonelier than living amidst the digital world, where no one knows about your physical existence, whether you’re still living or just existing for algorithmic feed on the social network or Big Data system. (Danny Castilllones Sillada, Homelessness of the Soul in the Digital World)

Sometimes the lowest and darkest moments of our lives are the best moments to reckon, because they humbled us, squashed us, and forced us to go beyond our limits, not only to hope, but to be creative in finding value and meaning even in unbearable pain, loss, illness, or rejection. — Danny Castillones Sillada, an existentialist and surrealist painter