Tuesday, June 03, 2008
This morning I was doing laundry at the laundromat. I was sitting, reading Stranger in a Strange Land, and a strange, but not unfamiliar feeling came over me. The urge to just disappear, to vanish, to take the clothes I had with me, fill the gas tank, and drive until the gas ran out, then start walking. Say goodbye to all that is Marius, and wander the Earth in search of meaning and anonymity. Of course I'd never actually do it. I don't know Kung-Fu for one thing, nor was I ever exposed to an excess of gamma rays. Plus, I like things like electricity, toilet paper, and clean underwear too much. But it is sometimes a pleasant fantasy.
Do any of you ever think about this?