Walker shuffled over the dunes in his T-shirt and cargo shorts, his home in his backpack hanging on his back, and his treasures strewn throughout his many pockets. Sunlight reflected off the grains of sand, dazzling his sight. He didn't know the exact route, but he knew it was east, and as long as he went that direction, he'd be farther from his past and closer to something better. In fact, with his first step many miles ago, he already was.
Step after step he took as the sun traveled across the sky. By dusk there was still only sand in sight, and so he took out a tarp and blanket, and bivouacked under the stars. It wasn't comfortable, but it was so much better than his "comforts" back home. Even if he stayed out here the rest of his life, he'd still be free from the voids and conceited, selfish will he escaped. And yet, he had great hope for what was to come. Step by step, he was finally free to fail fast.
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