What is solitude?

would people write if there was no one around to read their words?

would there be a history?

This is exactly how I feel, like words that cannot be heard or seen. I want to be read and seen. I'm tired of dwelling in this cave.

History is an antidote to death, at least we believe so even though is rather futile. We need to record signs of our existence as if we needed to prove others, in some remote future, that we once were here. So even in death we would like to be acknowledged by humanity. This need, I think, proves to me that we only come into existence when we are seen and heard by others. In this sense, I believe that solitude is a form of death. Death is to be absent, so it is solitude.