For a hovel of my own.
The word "hovel" :
The word itself conjures up images of dirt,filth,living in squalor etc. it might, would probably, be little more than a dump.
When I googled it I got this...... "[FONT=&]a small, squalid, unpleasant, or simply constructed dwelling:"
I like the second part of that definition.
Small, maybe not quite so simply constructed I think, would suffice, but hidden, unseen, to be able to live un-observed. Oh what joy would bring.
Something tunneled into the the side of a mountain somewhere. Or high up in the sky , now that really would be, IS, "pie in the sky" but one can dream.
If I'm honest with myself I would have to agree that in world that is shrinking with the never ending need for food,clothing,medical car etc. it simply isn't possible. Sooner or later we ALL need somebody. Money, and plenty of it, could, to some extent, buy a person such an existence but, even then, nobody can live in isolation for ever. It would, could, be a wonderful retreat though if only temporary. A " time-out ", from the madding world. Mooching, and pottering, alone with my thoughts and, ultimately, hopefully, achieving some level of reconciliation with the self.
Yes, I'm sure I would tire of it, maybe even a to point where I found myself craving what I have now. And that thought causes me to wonder, what DO I have? Now, exactly?
So much restlessness in such an uncertain world and maybe that's just me.
It's not so difficult to imagine though.
The "hovel on the hill" or the "pie in the sky".
No night-time day-time lunch-time bed-time. All such conventions swept away without a care leaving only the "here and now".
A microcosm. My microcosm. A world within a world. MY world within a world. Safe and warm. Out of harm's way. If ever such a thing was possible. Safe and warm like a mother's womb. Protected, shielded, from life, time, people, things. [/FONT]