On Solitude - David Littler

When I say I love the silence, I'm not being entirely truthful. What I actually love are the abundant, delicate sounds that amplify when I'm silent. These curious creaks, mutters, and hums compel my imagination.

Some spaces emphasize aural privacy or aggravate loneliness; others reinforce social cohesion"

Song of Quietness Robinson Jeffers, 1887 - 1962 Drink deep, drink deep of quietness,    And on the margins of the sea Remember not thine old distress    Nor all the miseries to be. Calmer than mists, and cold As they, that fold on fold Up the dim valley are rolled,    Learn thou to be. The Past—it was a feverish dream,    A drunken slumber full of tears. The Future—O what wild wings gleam,    Wheeled in the van of desperate years! Thou lovedst the evening: dawn Glimmers; the night is gone:— What dangers lure thee on,    What dreams more fierce? But meanwhile, now the east is gray,    The hour is pale, the cocks yet dumb, Be glad before the birth of day,    Take thy brief rest ere morning come: Here in the beautiful woods All night the sea-mist floods,— Thy last of solitudes,    Thy yearlong home.

Solas

in solus sis tibi turba locis (in lonely places be a crowd unto yourself)

Solitude

I had three chairs in my house: one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society