I was listening to Will Oldham,
And he sings this line,
'When you live like a hermit
You forget what you know',
And I am once more in constant solitude,
And I'm remembering more now than ever.
There's a lot to be said for downy bearded isolation.

I was listening to the voices
That offuscate my head;
And I live still like a hermit,
And drink like the snow,
And my thoughts scatter like birds upon the hill.
But if I disappear forever,
There's something I have left
For those with ears to listen or the heart to care.
Yes, 'You will miss me when I burn'