Sometimes you really need to be alone, in which case you will not even notice that you are alone. You will be too busy sleeping or creating or learning or being that you will not think twice of whether or not you’ve spoken to somebody else in the past few hours.
Sometimes you just want to be alone. And in this aloneness you will never forget that you are absolutely isolated, although ironically you will do almost everything you can think of to forget it. You may or may not speak to others. You may or may not create. You may or may not sleep. You may or may not watch hours and hours of television. You may or may not recognize yourself. If you don’t — if you spend the hours worrying and fidgeting and escaping and looking away from yourself with hatred and disappointment — then it is time to find other voices and other eyes and other ears.