/lit/ - Literature

There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself—
Finite infinity.

I had to give up my name for some administrative formality and I was struck by how little it felt like it was my name anymore. Oh right, that is my name, I am this person. As if the prolonged isolation and disconnection had almost caused me to forget my own name.