My parents’ house is my Fortress of Solitude.
(The relics of my schooldays being the equivalent of the mementos from off-world adventures.)
But at the same time I’m without the tools I use daily to deal with (through avoidance) the outside world - Tivo, Xbox 360, giant computer monitor. There are however, lots of large televisions around.
This isolation doesn’t feel as much like hiding since I’m reading and more contemplative.
I’ve been hiding from the internet and contempation for a few weeks because I don’t want to face and write about things.
(Besides, everyone knows I sleep on Saturday mornings. If I had been awake and answered the phone I’m sure it wouldn’t have helped anyway.)
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