All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
Like running off to Beijing, China
In response to prevailing economic conditions in the United States.
Or the navel gazing twenty something, ‘trying to find himself’
As an undergrad, then in grad school, oh and wandering the Indochinese Peninsula.
Or as the facebook political freedom fighter, posting and resposting links
To articles, so many articles, valiantly spreading knowledge – from home,
Far from the noisome crowds, and I mean, seriously, its cold and rainy out there
How can anybody effectively protest in this weather?
And of course the artist, the ‘creative’, the culturally in-tune,
The guy who listened to Of Monsters and Men when that video,
‘Little Talks’, had less than a million views.
Or the rugged fly-fishing bearded snowboarder dude, conquering actively volcanic Indonesian peaks for breakfast,
And radio-tagging great white sharks off the South African coast right before having sandwiches for a late lunch.
I don’t know, that guy might not be real. Anyway, the point is:
Wanna go get half-price tapas and wine sometime? Like, together?
Sans Instagram, sans professional sports, sans popular television programming references, sans everything (except:
Traditional spanish appetizers, a city of some sort, other patrons, a livable atmosphere, gravitational fields, The electro-magnetic spectrum, the two of us, etc.)