Solitude is an excellent thing, gives one time to think about all things. So I am in Raffles place right now, not trusting anything from my head but one can’t stop it, thought. I guess it defines us, human beings, thought. It apparently separates us from the animal kingdom, our mistake. Giraffes are great thinkers. Human writers think all the time, some of them do it amazingly well, Kafka come to mind…