Though I often preface a reader-writer moment with detail about how and why a certain passage resonates with me, I offer this without comment as all is contained within:
"It's one of the most curious sensations that can be granted us by the chance of meetings and absences: that of being alone in an ordinarily full, noisy, or belonging-to-someone-else house. We suddenly have a sensation of absolute possession, of easy, long control, of amplitude -- as I said -- of relief and tranquility.
How good it is to be alone for a long time! To be able to talk out loud to ourselves, walk around without the bother of being seen, rest after a divagation without calls! Any house turns into a field, any room is as big as an estate.
All noises are alien, as if they belonged to a nearby but independent universe. We are, finally, kings."
-Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, #137
