I live like a prisoner for life in my solitary
world. Can you imagine what that’s like? Your dreams turn
into nightmares and your castles to ashes, all you think
about is fantasy and in the end you turn your
back on reality and live in a contorted imaginary world,
you refuse to accept the rule of fellow-mortals and make
ones that will fit in with your own little world, there
is no daylight in this world of the “life,” it’s
all darkness, and it’s in this darkness that you find
peace and the ability to live in a make-believe world.
Paraphrases from “Prisoner of Durham” in Solitude: A Return to the Self by Anthony Storr.