I've done it. I've really done it. I followed through and managed to isolate myself completely now. That's it. Finito. When I did it I was expecting fireworks. Arguments and disappointments. Heads bowing down shaming me for doing what I did. Shock and awe. Drama. Lots and lots of drama. I was expecting to pull the plug and hide out for a while to escape it all. This was it, this was definitely going to blow up in my face and be the most traumatic thing ever. It was, right? Yeah, well, you know what happened? NOTHING. NADA. ZIP. ZILCH. It's been quieter than ever around here. So quiet that it makes even me uncomfortable with its quietness. My curiosity is percolating (sans fish). But mostly I'm keenly aware of the echo of profound loneliness. Qu'ai-je fait?
