It's like this:
I want to read, listen to music, and watch movies, but there's nothing particular that interests me or moves me.
I want to be with people, but there's no on in particular I want to be with.
If I want to, I coulld force myself to be interested in something, but it's too much of an effort. I could do this or that, but I could also not. I want nothing, I crave nothing.
This is how people become anti social, when nothing in the society interests them anyway.
There's this place outside my apartment, it's the sort of trendy artsy community place I would travel 2hrs to go to in the past. Now it's just on my footsteps. Instead, it's this place in Singapore that I miss. This park in the middle of nowhere that is less of a park than a very very long flight of stairs with plants scattered around. Somehow I just miss it. It leads to nowhere. No reasons.