"The Hermit Aloft"

#0132. All I want now is to be alone. I shake the prison bars and I rattle my teeth in my skull. But this is what I have to do silently. Feelings are fragile. Contracts are signed. Alliances are formed. The stability of the world depends on my engagement with it. I want to be the hermit aloft. But I am chained, here. If I wasn't, though, I suppose I would have been dead many times over already.