How good it is to come back to one’s self—I had wandered to Utica, New York, Pittsburgh, Salem, Cleveland perhaps in search of something—for time after I returned the realization of my utter loneliness, and its uncompromising necessity swept over me, almost crushing me with despair—that is gone now and I sit surrounded by all of the ideas I love, freed by the realization that crowds and companionship are not for me.
Charles Burchfield, November 21, 1931