Solitude

This is what Bitan wrote today, in his leafmade pages of diary.

I feel loneliness today. I feel it in my dead white bones. I feel it in my relentless breaths. Not only that there is nobody around. But, nobody was even supposed to be here. I am the only existence. Now, I know, how Adam might have felt.

I withdrew from the pages, and spread my gaze across the landscape creeping through my window on the East.

No, Bitan. I'm there.