acclimate /ˈakləˌmāt/

“How doth the city sit solitary that was once full of people.” Leviticus 1:1.

The poet Michael Gaultieri pointed me toward this passage and it has haunted me greatly at those times I have felt so utterly alone. I have stared out windows at alien cityscapes, mystified. I have not adjusted well. Disinterest breeds silence which is taken for concurrence and for all the good that does I might as well be playing a mummer.

To be more assertive? Is that the answer? Or am I spending time in the wrong places? Should I invite further evolution instead? Perhaps further exploration is more the right idea, which can be achieved, of course, in new places as well as the familiar.