Confessions of an Ersatz Eremite
When I tell people I’ve been in relative self-isolation since 1984, it doesn’t mean I haven’t seen my brother or cousins in the past 36 years. It just means that as a fulltime writer, my work has required solitude.
Being a hermit had been a choice for me—not a national, state or city edict, depending on which branch of government you believe has the power to send us to our rooms.
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