When you decide to dedicate your life to putting words onto paper that no one will ever read, you are far more isolated than usual, and when you're all alone with your thoughts there is nothing to compromise your creativity with what has already been said and done - for you have said and done so little. And when you find yourself growing accustom to the worlds you create, you have no choice but to try and perfect them as much as you can, which results in even more isolation - creating a cycle of being alone. For indeed, the surest road to transcendency is the lonesome one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts ... simply the path ahead, and a smile on your face.
