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[martinemonster]

A little while back I read a book called "The music of chance". A lovely book about a man named Nashe who travles around America in his car without direction or goals. And I just realized that if I inherited a large sum of money I think that is exactly what I'd do as well. Drive around with no responisbilities, no goals and no point to get to. I would hope that it'd end a little better for me than for poor Nashe, but I think I have it in me to become part of the "society of lost dogs". Except the fact that I'd store my stuff in my parents garage rather than sell it of course. Does that make me a bad vagabond?

Martine, wishing for freedom in the middle of an exam