I have no idea ...

[Morthoron]

I have no idea what I'm doing here.

Hmmmm...this is sounding somewhat Existential, in this case Atheistic Existentialism and the questioning of God's presence in the world. Let's see if this point is carried forward.

I didn't plan this.

Anxiety, perhaps a bit of dread. Yes, Existential.

But this drunkenness has to stop.

Ah, a very Sartre-like premise regarding 'bad faith'. Bad Faith is seen as any denial of free will by lying to oneself about one's self and freedom.

Maybe it was at the Dancing Pony. Whatever.

Hmmm...a divergence. Pantheism perhaps? Worship of nature? Druidical worship of the equine as in the great chalk carving on White Horse Hill?

My soul lies somewhere else and I intend to end up there.

The Existential view of intersubjectivity referred to as the 'Other".

If I break out of this prison of drunks I'm sure, with some help, I can find my way home.

Hmmm...now we're dealing with a more Russian variant of Existentiality, a bit of the Absurd as expressed by Dostoevsky, or perhaps more of a Kafka-esque view of the world as a 'prison of drunks'.

I know there will be storms on the horizon, avalanches in the abyss, and Night Riders.

Dread is very evident here. The anxiety virtually seethes in this statement.

But I have nothing to lose now.

Nihilism and existentialism converge as a profound statement on the self.

I just want to go home.

By the statement 'I just want to go home', does the author imply he is in a self-imposed exile? Where then did he type this missive? Or having drank the bitter dregs of Existentialism and Nihilism, is he in fact pining for the brighter philosophy of his youth? Perhaps the Leibnizian optimism of 'the best of all possible worlds'? I fear without further dialogue, we are left with conjecture.

In any case, welcome to The Barrow Downs, where drunkeness is a token of liberation and preservation (as in Tolkien's Elvish cordial Miruvor), and not the Nihilistic libation of desperation.***

***Disclaimer: No Existentialists were harmed in the making of this post.