I imagine just wandering for hours and hours going no place, riding the subway, finding some really good N.Y. type food, discovering a great a art-house theatre of sorts, and of course getting to be a part of another A.K.A. performance. Solitude can be kind and gentle, caressing the soul. When solitude is light and dark and the difference between it can become rich and full and complex. When solitude becomes a bigger than this place, than here, than me, it reveals all through the soul s window. When solitude is like this, it is light for your feet.
Solitude can be such a mean sonofabitch.
When solitude is silence or empty sounds no listening, it is mean. When solitude becomes a world all unto oneself it is closed with no doors, no windows, just blinds with walls behind them. When solitude unveils nothing upon more nothing it drains life away, will away, peace away, joy away, feelings away. When solitude is like this, it has become loneliness. I am filled, instead with a sense of dread for the job I have to go to soon.