I couldn’t do what she did.
I could never survive in isolation
without family
friends
and the Internet to keep me whole.
It would be painful.
I would be suicidal.
It would be unsatisfying.

I could never do what she did.
I could not live
holed away,
watching the world from a distance
but unable to interact.
Solitary confinement
does not suit me, see?

I would not be capable of the life that she led
a ghost in a world unused to own.
I could not hide my life away.
It would never work for me.

I could not do it.
I could never live in the attic
so longer.
I suspect
I would sooner die.