I want to live but not in this World anymore

I have decided to spend the rest of my life in novels and the fictional world I have read about.

Or I might visit Wuthering Heights to meet Heathcliff from time to time. From there on meeting Jane Eyre living with her old handicapped husband.

Coming back home with Mr. Gatsby on his 1929 Duesenberg. We might stop at Maycomb to meet Atticus Finch and his lovely kid, I wonder if they have stopped spying on that Boo Radley. And when I would return home tired, I would sleep like Raskolnikov in my narrow little rotten sofa.