Solitude

I spend my days in solitude. So much solitude it feels like I'm at a retreat. A work retreat. Maybe a labor camp of one. Or a hard-labor zen monastery. Some days I speak to no one. Sometimes so much solitude hurts.

But I also like the silence. I've spent decades blithering on endlessly about so many unimportant things. It's good to have time to live inside your own head.

I think it would be fun to go to the Thursday night street market and bbq in downtown San Luis Obispo, or the Fisherman's Market in Morro Bay on Saturdays. And today, there's some sort of music and art street fair going on in Avila. But I never do. Why not? Part inertia, part guilt, I guess.