An emotion that runs like a thread through Louise Bourgeois's art, diaries, and dreams is the anxiety of being alone, disconnected, and abandoned. For her, hell is not, as Sartre put it, other people. It is being alone. Underneath this anxiety, psychically, and as present as her famously long hair, is her deep longing for feeling and being connected, manifest in hair, threads, and the umbilical cord. This article discusses her dream of connection as embodied in her drawings, prints, and sculptures.