reminds of a destinednomad five-years-ago…
As she looked at the pictures, she began to appreciate his ability, perhaps his need, to connect to strangers in this way, and the willingness of strangers to connect to him.
She began to understand his willingness—and she thought perhaps this was also a need—to disappear at any moment.
He lived in a rented room with rented furniture, rented sheets and towels.
In the corner his camera bags and tripods were always packed, his passport always in his pocket.
-Jhumpa Lahiri in Unaccustomed Earth
fortunately, the passport is still in the pocket.