Maybe it's time to just disappear

You know, like disappear. Be a recluse. Vanish from civilization where no one can bother me. Where the economy wouldn't reach me because I could grow my own fruits and vegetables and raise a few chickens for my Sunday roast.

Wouldn't that be nice? My own haven. Away from everyone, and everything. Where I would have no one to answer to. No responsibilities, no worries about looming unemployment, no phone bills, no emails to reply to, and no stress of modern day life. Wouldn't that be nice?

I could eat peanut butter sandwiches for dinner, and drink Coke right before bed. I could stay up all night just listening to the sounds around me, or keeping up to date with the eternal chaos of the outside world by reading the occasional newspaper.

I could wake up late. Every day. Go swimming right after lunch. And then take a nap. I want to live like this, without a care in the world. Even if just for a while.

I wonder if my doctor could give me a seclusion prescription.