Lose Yourself

There is something about getting lost in a large, new city. In crowded spaces. You are unnoticed. Just another round peg in a round hole. You see the world go by, right in front of your eyes, without having to pretend you care about it’s endless metamorphosis. Dark, fair, round, skinny, rich, poor, freckled, spotless - everything that is said to set us apart diffuses in the air, in the warm wind that blows in the city. Then there's always that noise in your head that is absorbed by the walls of your heart. It slowly fades. Not completely. But it does fade, becoming nothing but a distant, perpetual murmur that sustains you throughout the rest of your adventure here. And when time flies in this place that taught you the art of finding yourself in letting yourself be lost, the voice begins to tug at your vagabond soul once again, and asks, ever so gently,

“Where to next?”

- Lose yourself. In people. Places. Stories. Over and over again.