You would think it's impossible in New York City, home to over eight million people, to ever feel alone. As many who live here can attest, however, the sheer size of this place sometimes has a way of actually amplifying solitude.

This short and poignant "visual monologue," entitled "8,336,615" and directed by Paul Riccio, plays off this idea of being "lonely, but never alone" in America's biggest city.

Watch and feel a little less alone in your loneliness.

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