The sweet familiar relief of running away. Having escaped the influence of the metropolis, my thoughts were freed from the navigation of angry suburban traffic to more reflective and less intense considerations, "On my own... Unfettered... Unconstrained... Moving toward a goal that lacked definite form... An experiment without a clear hypothesis, shrouded in self-deception and intentional vagueness... A new lifestyle based upon a promise... Based upon a hope... Staring into unknowable foreverness... Grounded in the inevitability of change, only motivated by the desire for a new alterity... Yes, new... Yes, different... Dangerous? Yes... Yes... Most certainly dangerous... But to whom and how?"