Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go. What distresses me most, I think, about the world I find myself in, is that there is nowhere to go. Previous generations still had places to explore, places which were largely deserted, greatly isolated, and which the majority of the world knew nothing about.
These days there's, what, space? A huge, empty expanse. Or the sea – it appeals a little, but it's not really the kind of place you can just wander off and survive off the, uh, land. The desert is largely, well, deserted, but good luck surviving out there.
So that leaves, by my count, nowhere to go but the inside of your head. It's the last great unexplored area.