The forgotten beauty of tranquility and empty spaces

Aug 9, Saturday, 10.30pm: I finished my lab work and sat under a flagpole at the empty parking lot beside the football stadium, waiting for my friend to pick me up in his car and go back to my cozy home. I was getting anxious, because that was primarily a black people area and there was absolutely nobody around. Slowly I gazed upward at the deep blue sky and I felt my nerves tingling. I contemplated, was it really the fear of black people making me anxious? No. It was merely the vastness of the empty space and the absence of sound. We've become so habituated to walls, noise and people (most being noisy walls), that we get the jitters and our imagination runs wild. We always need some company, some room, some talk, some music, just about anything to hang on to. Our restless souls have forgotten the blissful peace within.
How would it be like to stand at this tip of northern Russia and stare at the outstretched emptiness in front of me? Heh, I would rather have this void in front of me than in me.