I find that perception to be the most interesting quality of solitude. How do we define its mutable property when it can be inviting yet suffocating? And then there's the agency of one going through it, too. "The Solitary Reaper" works well to drive this narrative, I feel.
We never find out what she was singing. Neither does Wordsworth. But her tune itself opens a door of perception to which we try to stick some meaning. Similar to how one would observe someone else's solitude and try to view it through one's own lens.
I relate so hard considering I've always been alone and friendless locally since I was a kid 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
I find that perception to be the most interesting quality of solitude. How do we define its mutable property when it can be inviting yet suffocating? And then there's the agency of one going through it, too. "The Solitary Reaper" works well to drive this narrative, I feel.
We never find out what she was singing. Neither does Wordsworth. But her tune itself opens a door of perception to which we try to stick some meaning. Similar to how one would observe someone else's solitude and try to view it through one's own lens.