There have been times in my life when I have thought, “I wish I could get stuck on a desert island.” Don’t get me wrong – only for a month or two, and always with the assurance that a yacht would come pick me up on a certain day.
I could have time and space to myself. I could spend endless hours with no sound, no voices, no human interaction. I could think and read and write. I would be forced to deprive myself of sugar, as there would be none around. When I finally left, I would be so breathlessly ready to re-enter society.
And then, I thought, who needs an island? That’s just my desk job.