What is the best memory you have of a time when you were alone?

Smoking cannabis in my backyard and looking at the stars at 1am and suddenly realising that the whole universe is like a brain, and that we are the part that can realize itself.

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Recently, read "The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm" in a summer night in the backyard of my house.

I wasn't even reading a book of poetry but something completely unrelated, a book called "The Shallows" that talks about the influence of the internet in our brains. The author added the poem in a section and it caught me by surprise.

I know (intellectually) that I've felt what you're describing, but my head is so foggy I can't even pull a single feel to reminisce about right now.
Your feels sound nice.

I ordered a porn on demand and jerked off 5 times in one day. I didn't have a computer nor internet, only a small crt in an almost empty apartment. I just laid on the floor, naked, in a pleasure coma.

Being alone for a few weeks last summer at home

Just smoking weed, chilling with my cat in a hammock all morning. Great feels

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i walked around manhatten by mysekf for about 4 hours. took the ferry back to staten island
pic related. looking onto brooklyn from southeast side

>two summers ago, in July
>Go to an after-hours rave spot
>located in this smallish, old warehouse behind the train tracks, tucked away next to the bus terminal in the trendy part of town

>at first I was floundering, managed to weird out some furry kid right off the bat
>So I went down the hipster street and bought smokes at the mac's
>On the way back I exchanged glances with a previous fwb who was hanging with a guitarist panhandler

>After that I really got into the groove
>Danced to some of the best psytrance I've ever laid ears on
>The promoters dressed up the place real good with trippy UV painted patterns and styrofoam eyeballs hanging from the ceiling, it was rad
>I could tell that the foxy raver girl selling stuff at the canteen thought I was cute hehe

>Between dancing i went out to smoke every half hour and schmooze with people
>Small talk with a guy selling Percocets named Johnny. Somehow he knows that my one coworker hits women (?)
>We were chatting when the train starts screeched by, fuck it was worse than nails on chalkboard
>Then some buff ginger dude, who turns out to be a club bouncer, signalled to us with the 'just do it' thing (this is when it was still big) and then shot the shit with us
>His friend gave us business cards for his Uber knockoff enterprise
>Go home at like 5 am.

Too bad that place closed down.