We, the human things.

It's a little weird when you become a hermit and your perspective starts to become a bit myopic... and you realize it. The world sort of starts to disappear into odd, somewhat shapeless forms. A memory of life begins to dim. Stagnant concentration. It isn't exactly darkness or emotional void... more of blandness and ultra-grey... lacking the oomph of movement. I look forward to returning to the world again.