«For me, being alone is about staying sane in a noisy and cluttered world, but it is also a way to give myself a chance to be quiet enough to see or hear what happens next.» (…) «Because, no matter who I am, and no matter what I might or might not have achieved, my very life depends on being prepared, always, for the one visitor who never comes, but might arrive at any moment, from the woods or from the town.» [John Burnside, The visitor, http://www.aeonmagazine.com/oceanic-feeling/john-burnside-thoreau-solitude/]