Hermit

There was, yes, once upon a time a hermit, who, with cause unknown, had left society to climb down from the ladder on his own. He had decided that he could not tolerate their dusty rules, and that he, therefore, rather would live seperate from those fools. He built his cabin in the centre of thickest brush and nasty thistles. Remained the only one to enter, it was his home of bells and whistles. A stove, a bed, a chair and table. Two pots, a cup, a small bookshelf. That's what he wanted, to be able to live and talk just with himself.