Daily life is kind of boring, I realised, standing at the sink, wiping soup from a bowl. It’s full of obligations to be met, bills to be paid, and washing up to be… washed(?), and if that’s not bad enough, if you do just one teeny tiny little inconsequential thing wrong—like, oh, I don’t know, forget to pay a few years of tax—they put you in prison. It’s not to be recommended, really, any of it. Unlike running away. Running away is great. It lets you escape from the prison of routine.
