On solitude (opens in new tab)

There are times when I miss living alone. Not always, not even in sum — in practice, the experience left me anxious, paranoid, lonely — but I do like my own company. There have been times when I’ve shared a place with others and been left alone for half the week, and those were the most harmonious. The issue is that communal life reshapes myself; I am constantly in reaction; there is no more internal monologue, only indefinite ‘nows’ where ingredients sit in a pot, constantly commingling, con...