one is the loneliest number

There are a lot of lonely people in our fair city. The loneliness is self-imposed, a bubble created by isolators stuffed in the ears as we smash onto the bus. I’ve always been a weird loner so when my quiet loner is facing the book hoards at the shop, I wander around the city with my camera, looking for lonely things.  Who was it that said that when in America, San Francisco is where all the loose nuts end up?