To be smothered by the snow, to hear the screaming of the wind, to taste the ice on my breath. This is what I desire. I long to be trapped for months, to be snowed in, to wonder if i shall ever sunlight again. This is what I long for. Antarctica, the word sounds like an old world utopia. No governments, no police, no screwed up establishment to tell me that i can’t be me. And its being ruined by them! Its being killed by them! I must go before its gone. Antarctica is my dream.