I've never wanted to be alone so much before. Not in the way of human relationships or commitments. Just be alone, in the simplest of forms... and I'm sure my mind agrees because I haven't been able to steer clear away from travelling novels. It must be my urge to go somewhere warmer and enjoy the sun in my teeth and in my hair. This quote from my new favourite author/philosopher narrows down my exact feelings on the matter.
“It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially moulded by the company we keep, for we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others...Being closely observed by a companion can also inhibit our observation of others; then, too, we may become caught up in adjusting ourselves to the companion's questions and remarks, or feel the need to make ourselves seem more normal than is good for our curiosity.”
(The Art of Travel, Alain de Botton)
