this morning walking to the subway i saw a hipster in nice shoes working under the hood of a beat up old pickup truck. he had a mod haircut and a little lower-lip goatee but no beard or mustache. the license plates were from arizona and there was a folded-up matress, a rolled-up sleeping bag and a guitar case in the back of the truck.
it was exciting to see someone like that in my dingy neighborhood. awakened the wanderlust in me. i take solace in the fact that the path i'm on is the right one for me.
a part of me thinks that sounds like bullshit. no one has a path.