A Walk Around My Way

an empty urban footpath

All By Myself

walking in winter

southern wind blowing too warm

I am quite alone


What Is Hell?

Hell is oneself.

Hell is alone, the other figures in it 

Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from 

And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

TS Eliot, The Cocktail Party

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