Recluse

I am a happy person, I like being with friends and family, laughing and having nice conversations. But, there are moments when I feel like buying a plane ticket and disappearing for a while. Bringing lots of books, traveling, writing... a vacation where I feed my brain and my intellect. I will finally be able read Don Quixote in it's entirety... Haven't had time to read makes-my-brain-hurt literature since last spring when I read John Milton's Paradise Lost. I just feel that so many of my daily activities provide nothing, they are just synchronized steps that fill in those gaps of time.