Literature
The Islander
There I was, with a cool breeze brushing up against my body and the sound of silence ringing in my ears. Beauty was all around me, beneath and above me.
I had left my life behind in a hazy anxiety, to set forth on a course for redemption. My books, a portion of my lounging furniture, a few candles and a cigarette lighter for lighting, general use tools, and food supplies were all that I had brought along on the journey. It was all I needed; I reminded myself that should I run out of food I can learn to hunt.
Evidently it was worth it, for at last I am alone. No more will I be pestered by the people on the streets, clamoring for my wealth on