"all of the music, movies and literature I horde, I would gladly trade for one meaningful conversation with a stranger"

lately I've been noticing a craving for conversation. Much like the saddening withdrawal of Vitamin D that I will be experiencing in a few short weeks, my body is signaling to me the necessity to communicate. I would love nothing more than to make this happen, but it seems more difficult than one would think. I don't even know what I want to talk about: books, movies, politics, the creation of the universe - I've given up on the hope of intimacy through touch and now need to resort through intimacy with words. I think I just have an unhealthy obsession with dialogue and somehow think that even a little meaningless chatter might make me feel more motivated to seize the day.