I like to think of myself as a student and a writer, someone whose solution to the entire world’s — and my own — problems is a cot, a mattress, a blanket, and silence. Known to go for days without speaking, I started writing as a kneejerk reaction way back in the beautiful winter haze of 2006. I have, since then, become less impulsive and more responsive to such incidents. In some other life, I plan to write a book about the experience.