Solitudes

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."

I go take photos instead.

I have learnt to think of Edinburgh as a place where loneliness is enhanced by the surrounding architecture, which is magnificent in its beauty and therefore increases the distance between one solitude and another. I felt it too when I was walking home one night, and decided to start capturing it.