My roommate bet me yesterday that I couldn’t keep my mobile switched off for even a day. At first I thought that I really couldn’t, but I can. And amazingly enough, it is rather enjoyable not being contactable at all times.
You make the rules. You decide who you want to contact and when. And then you disappear into the shadows and sink into anonymity. No past. No present. No future. You glide around in the darkness and your breath caresses the homeless wrapped in dirty plastic sheets, shivering even in their sleep. You walk on, leaving behind no footprints and no image in the mirror. You are finally what you seek to be. A nobody, with no bags to weigh you down. Travelling light on the road to nowhere.