The Vague Rants of Vagrant

When you're travelling with someone, every day is kind of equivalent to a month of being with someone in regular life, I've found. You learn a lot about the people and their habits and desires and drives.

Travel with someone for a week and you end up sharing the bathroom while one of you showers and the other takes a watery shit because who knows what the fuck was in that street food you ate for dinner, Jesus Christ.

That is a special bond that eclipses all previous relationships I have ever held down.

That is oneness.