The difference between isolation and solitude isn’t choice. It’s perspective. Change my mind.

Unless of course you’re in jail, in which case…

Side note: I’m going to come out of the other side of this with a PhD in Zombie Apocalypse history:

Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, Day of the Dead, Return of the Living Dead, Last Man on Earth, Omega Man, I Am Legend, World War Z, Z Nation, Daybreak, Walking Dead, Shaun of the Dead, Cocknes Vs. Zombies, Train to Busan, KL Zombi, KL24: Zombie… the list is endless. Someone somewhere has probably done a long analysis of mankind’s obsession with the living dead but it may not need any deep analysis. It could just be that we’ve never really sussed what it means to me human and alive. In the absence of any real purpose of meaning we’ve gone into close analysis of the polar opposite. Asking what happens when we die might be easier than facing the possibility that being alive doesn’t mean anything. That’s not a statement or declaration. I’m just saying that we don’t seem to have figured it out. All our religions are founded on the notion that nobody ever really dies. That may or may not be true. It may be just wishful thinking. It may be ego.

Or fear.

I’m not a philosopher. I just figure that we have about 70,000 days in this body and that isn’t much time at all. I’m no the downward side of that number so I guess I’ll find out soon enough.