No man is an island... is a fucking lie. No man an island... who ever came up with something as pathetic as that?

A Sergeant came up to me in the JFHQ chow hall tonight. Asked me:
"Why are you all alone?"

And I replied:
"No reason. I just like this corner."

Truth? I have no fucking clue.

Is it because I prefer the stillness? Or is it because I prefer the rumination of sorrow?

I think... perhaps... it is because I prefer the company of those who can not speak.

I can't see dead people. I just imagine them sitting there. Those who are no longer with us. I imagine what they might say to me if they could.

What I might be doing wrong.