I want to disappear

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Lately, I have been debating the pros and cons of just disappearing and starting over somewhere else. It's not like people will miss me. I am not wanted by the law, I don't really have any debt, but I have little money. Any good ideas on where I should start a new life?

If you like forests, maybe somewhere near one, or somewhere that's near things you like. Maybe a small town or something like that where people keep to themselves, and aren't nosy, but still near enough to help. Someplace where you won't be recognized, and someplace that isn't likely to get visits from people who know you.

I've done that several times. Problem is, I always bring myself along. Since 99% of my problems are not geographically isolated but rather a result of my interactions with my environment, I finally gave up and decided to stay put because who cares where I am if it's just going to be the same old story all over again?

Well put, Sparrowrose.

Wherever you go, there you are.

You could take a run to the forest, and live in a log cabin.

I dream that I could go into my "fortress of solitude"

I could swing shut the huge bomb-proof doors and live in safety behind them.

I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards,
Where the only men working are on
Documentary crews,
Shooting film as the lines get longer,
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry.

chorus: Hey there laddie, Internal Exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?

Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires,
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies.
A lion sleeps in a tenement close,
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar

chorus: Hey there laddie, Internal Exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?

They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest,
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few the harbours empty
The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
We're out of sight and we're out of mind.

chorus: Hey there laddie, Internal Exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?

Like our fathers before us,
We've eyes for America.
Dream of a new life on foreign shores.
But wherever we go, we'll always know,
That the land we stand on, is never our own.