I found myself the victim of a Mormon Home-Invasion this morning. I knew what was coming from the start, but when they asked to come in, I said yes. I suppose it was out of loneliness, because I haven't left the house but three or so times in the past two weeks.
They talked to me for three hours, I think, and we had a relatively stimulating spiritual conversation. Talking about the nature of God, the possibility of spirits, the divinity or humanity of Jesus Nazarene. After a while I bid the on their way. For once, I was actually sorry to see them leave.
I have pushed away human contact for a long time now. I don't want to talk to people, see people, that sort of thing. My close friends have been pushed off my property after only two minutes of conversation, and I haven't answered my phone.
I know my loneliness comes from my self-exile, but I don't want to stop. I couldn't tell you.
That is all.