He's running from the worst fate imaginable. He's running from the thing he has never called home, the thing he has never wanted nor loved, the thing that will rip him apart if he stays. Warning: non-explicit child abuse.
Walking through a park, thinking about earth, the world, the universe. Throw in some bad puns, questionable sayings, the craziness of nature, and someone who certainly isn't an optimist. Mix thoroughly with a side order of sarcasm.