‎I want to drop everything and go to Mongolia, get lost somewhere in the steppe, and become a shepherd. Why Mongolia? Because I don't have the money for anywhere else. And Mongolia seems quiet and peaceful.
‎My flask is certainly whistling, but not in the way where you grab your savings and go wherever the wind takes you. I'm one of those people who locks themselves away at home and then starts listening to voices through the socket.
‎I want to induce a psychological fugue within myself, so that other personality can sorts it all out slickly, and I'll wake up in Norway a year later with a successful job and a residence permit.
Too bad that if my roof blows off, it'll be schizophrenia, not hypomania. Therefore, the other personality caused by the fugue will be just as defective as the current one.
