A Lonely Place of Desired Remoteness

I have created for myself a lonely place of despised remoteness; many pictures I've taken off my shelf, running away from humankind, always refusing to settle down, leaving no traces of my travels... my identity remains unknown: thinking I won't be found! I have taken my retriever Alfie, my suitcase and a few books; soon new horizons to discover, new faces to greet without doubts, looking out for menacing glances. and forward I go sensing dangers, seeking a hut shaded by a huge tree, hearing the bubbling water of a river!