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I'm a "closet" hermit, which I don't know to be an existing terminology but it's accurate. I don't think anyone realizes how much time I spend alone, which is sometimes many days at a time; and I don't raise any flags about it. It's surely only me that realizes the depth of what it represents.
I never intended it to be this way. I love being with people. But times of trouble came around and I didn't want to impose my grief on people, and it just crept up on me.. like hoarding. I'm hoarding myself.
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“We use our minds not to discover facts but to hide them. One of things the screen hides most effectively is the body, our own body, by which I mean, the ins and outs of it, its interiors. Like a veil thrown over the skin to secure its modesty, the screen partially removes from the mind the inner states of the body, those that constitute the flow of life as it wanders in the journey of each day.”
— Antonio R. Damasio, “The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness” (p.28)
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