Said Beatriz Flamini, quoted in "Spanish athlete Beatriz Flamini emerges from cave after 500 days — and she did not want to come out" (ABC News).
Cut off from all communication, she broke the world record for time spent in a cave. She was monitored and sent food and clean clothes, and she was always able to hit a panic button, but she never considered doing that and "In fact I didn't want to come out."
She spent her time exercising, painting, drawing, knitting, and reading, and she "focused on retaining 'coherence,' eating well and relishing the silence." She said the experience was "excellent, unbeatable."
She spent her time exercising, painting, drawing, knitting, and reading, and she "focused on retaining 'coherence,' eating well and relishing the silence." She said the experience was "excellent, unbeatable."
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Christ, I start speaking to myself out loud after a few minutes being (or thinking that I am) alone. Nothing wrong with it.
I talk to myself. Sometimes it is the only intelligent conversation I have all day.
John Henry
It would have been really bad if she found out that she didn't get along with herself.
She needed a dog, a cave canem.
I would totally talk to myself. I know this because I do it now, even with others in the room.
Even more irritating to those who share space with me, I whistle.
No one seems to be going after the record for being inside a whale.
Saw this story on PBS last week. Few minutes later they did a piece on some guy taking ten years to walk around Earth. Thought to myself: late-stage Roman Empire.
Hell is other people.
Inspired by all the batshit, she did not want to come out.
I'd miss the sun too much. Otherwise it sounds like a nice vacation.
People have been doing strange and difficult things for all of recorded history. It's not late stage Roman Empire. It just requires a bit of will. Have a look at the Skellig Islands, https://theculturetrip.com/europe/ireland/articles/a-tour-of-irelands-most-incredible-monasteries/
They had it pretty good compared to many smaller monk's cells. There are a couple of lone cells on a little rock off the coast of Clare Island that are so barren and inaccessible, that they are never mentioned or visited.
I would talk to myself if I could, but the voices in my head keep shouting me down.
People who need people are the luckiest people in the world. I’ll take Barbara Streisand’s word for that. We all need other “mirrors” to see who we really are. So caves are for wanna be dead people. Even Thoreau had human contact.
If they ran Wi-Fi in, I'd be fine.
I think I could do it and possibly enjoy it although to Tom T’s point, I’d need to detox off the internet first and get back to reading real books.
I have never understood talking out loud to oneself. There’s a constant monologue inside my head, but why would I say anything out loud? The desire to do that seems really strange to me, but then I guess 8 generally like quiet.
"There were hard moments — such as when the cave was invaded by flies"
From the huge mound of her poop?
she "focused on retaining 'coherence,'
Hmm...tell me more about the excellent unbeatable experience.
Shame she didn't start two years earlier, than she could have missed the tedious isolation of the Covid lockdown.
Hermit named Dave.
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