The Space of Solitude
The Space of Solitude Dawn surprised me on the patio without daring to sleep. I took to the jungle and built myself a house without windows where the pirates of my nightmares could not reach me. Orchids occupied a space of solitude and exclusion, forbidden to birds. Everything resembled a tight forest of flowers with the sea at a short distance. I was alien to the existence of my people, because I considered infancy as a period of mental shortage, and because I was usually too absorbed in my own chimerical speculations. I was alone in my space, the solitude tolerable.