I've been debating in my head whether or not to go on a walk which I know will take a hell of a lot out of me... but it's a Friday, and it's a few hours after noon, and I've got nothing better to do...so I keep walking.

The entire purpose of this walk is to get away from everything. The only supplies I've brought are whatever I need to survive, i.e., a jacket, a backpack full of food, some extra clothing, a change of shoes, and a few other select items of luxury. Like I said: only what I need.

Consider me Guy Montag, on a quest to fight censorship... or an ex-drug addict, fighting the restrictions of life. Or, you can consider me as what I am; a man trying to get the most out of life. Sure, no one will know what I'm doing--and I don't think it'll make a difference in my life--but I hope ... I pray ... I can find whatever I'm out here to do. So I keep walking.

City block after city block. Hour after hour. The sun slowly fades behind the mountains, spreading a kind of orange light over the horizon. I view it for a few minutes as I keep walking. It's beautiful.

Take into account what it is; pollution. I wonder what the sky would look like without pollution. I divert my vision back to the ground ahead of me. There's a highway to my right, and another street to the left. Right in front is a long, straight, cracked, old road. I can see plants growing in the deep crevices and potholes inlaid in the surfaces. I like old--I like worn. I take the road ahead.

The orange light slowly fades out, and soon the moon comes into sight. There are no stars, and I can hear wildlife around me in the distance. Whatever civilization there once was is now gone, and it is only me and the road. Darkness engulfs me, and I begin to want to turn back. I'm not afraid of the dark...why am I afraid to keep going. Lack of sociality? Lack of friends and family? I can go without those for a weekend. Fear of death? Let me get out my fucking checklist.

I don't need to worry. It's not like there are any animals around here that have rabies. It's not like I'm going to get eaten out in the middle of a desert.

...right?