Tell me a story about perspective…
Lost Boy
He had set out on his own for a year, as a self imposed right of passage.
He’s sitting at a cafe with a stranger girl talking about his take on the world.
He’s feeling relatively lost and uninspired.
She’s smiling at him telling him he’s lucky to know that feeling. But, that he’s probably headed in the wrong direction. We get the sense that the girl has been there before.
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“That’s sweet, you’re a lost boy,” she said.
“Huh?”
“You’re not the first I’ve talked to. The first guy looking to find inspiration by driving west.”