By Chikako Nagayama Loneliness is a name of my suffering. Until recently, I had thought loneliness is a mistake, something that I had to recover from, or a problem to solve. Where is my friend? With whom should I have dinner after a long day of work? To whom should I speak about my heartbreak with a charming but troubled colleague? I was grieving for my lost connections with friends who had left me or…

