Solitude is an individual experience.
After making arrangements to interview an aging amateur radio operator I arrived on time, but no one in the ham radio community knew where he was. Using a local radio repeater, I issued his call sign a number of times. Even some of the local hams chimed in. “Where is that man when we need him?” someone said.
Ten minutes passed before he responded. He’d gone fishing. Fishing was poor and he fell asleep on the river bank. “You were part of my dream,” he said.
Right! The truth be known he didn’t want to give up his few hours of solitude.