“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
"I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free."
- Chris Knight, “The Strange & Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit”