The cicadas, crickets, locust or whatever keep me company when I'm alone. Especially when I don't want company. It's just a sad fact of life that we get smarter too late to avoid it.
As a child, I grew up alone at the other end of nowhere. I named the pine trees in our yard and when the wind blew they even sang to me. Now the same home is mine and I can't hear the trees sing for the traffic noise (2 blocks from center of city) and the background noise drowns out the tennitis untill I try to sleep. I must have wished too hard, for something to replace the childhood lonelyness.