I once knew a man who would always keep an earbud in, listening to his own soundtrack. working, walking, wandering through on a beat. half hearing the world, almost listening to movies, family, snippets of the life the rest of us were busy living. you could catch him dancing to a beat we could only guess at, a half walked two step off sync with what we wish we could imagine in ourselves.
I’d will myself along that skipping step however ive found myself lacking in wishes or at least wishing for willpower when I haven’t been wondering about recently.