I have been meditating on the condition of aloneness. Not loneliness… but aloneness. Solitude..being alone in your spirit if not physically… a human atom.. interacting with other atoms, but separate.
How does one write this? Stories – whether they be fictional, semi-fiction, or the Histories I often write, are based on human community and human contact with other humans…. this drives both fiction and non-fiction. My central character, Simon, in my novel The Man who fell from the Sky… is in a state of aloneness. Much of what I have written so far has him with friends, girlfriends, a wife or two…. love, hate… boredom…. human contact. But he is alone. I don’t mean in the philosophical sense that we are all alone – we are born alone and die alone and all that… I mean a kind of solitariness of spirit… where you move through life sealed at some intrinsic level against deep contact with others.
Sometimes this is a result of an ‘alone’ soul.. sometimes it is forced on one through circumstance. At this point, I have not learned yet which of these two Simon is.. but I would place bets his aloneness has been forced on him by circumstance, not by his own character. Unless, of course, his character drives others away.