It's hellish stark. I don't believe you'd like to join me
In this place. It's far from almost everywhere, a vast
Expanse of empty valleys, treeless mountains all
Around. There's no sound but the wind. Someone
Who's eager to collect his thoughts, to feel his mind
Expand to occupy these vacant spaces, knows no
Finer place to go, but you, I fear, would find the absence
Of the clutter of your life, the very things which send me
Here, unbearable.  I do not doubt that you would

Hate it here.