There are those of us who are runners! We find it difficult to settle down, to consider one patch of land home. I know this because I am a runner and always been. Standing still can feel like a threat to freedom. Although or perhaps it is simply a Kerouac bug.
Lately, I have been bored with the world of hide & seek. When this happens, only movement can remedy. The thought of that cross-Italy road trip again, or holing up in Chiado for a few days races in my head. I think, how quick, when and let’s bolt! This a freedom and this is a handcuff in one. Traveling is like a drug and I know I must calm myself. I must center myself and not be rash, not let my wants overtake.
Traveling is me escaping the here and now and indulging beyond time. Those who disappeared can never go past the here and now. They cannot respond to The Monaco Yacht Club dream, or the Paris getaway at the Hotel Regina. A disappeared person must remain Zen, must be present and most of all not indulge in the unreal. This is not to say one should not dream but to say one should avoid the impulsive.
Disappearing is not all prepaid credit cards, burner phones, offshore bank accounts and digital deception. Being disappeared is a way of life, a centering of self in the moment and the space currently occupied. All else does not exist. Being a runner and dreaming of The Monaco Yacht Club or The Hotel Regina in Paris takes you away from your discipline. This is a danger in the privacy world. Do not be seduced by what is not in front of you.