The chosen solitude frightens. The one who can be with himself causes fear, impression, because the one who observes him knows that he does not need him, and unfortunately for some the non-need for his existence scratches wounds of abandonment. who goes alone walks to the leisurely rhythm of his existence. He knows nothing about himself and at the same time feels everything. Ignorance and certainty come together in the silence of a contemplation that accelerates the pulse, when seen from the front.
