how to blow up a life

I am contempating taking every door off its hinges, even the ones which do not belong to me. I need the wind to know where to find me. And the bugs. And the glow of light pollution I don’t mind because it reminds me that others waste electricity too. I quit my job and got a new one and I quit my body and (tried to) get a new one and I am wondering if 23 and Me and all those other genetic information companies would tell me that this is my lineage. Walking away. Changing my mind. Regretting absolutely everything I think I have decided.