I met a hippy named Sabrina this morning in a coffee shop. She was probably in her 50s and asked about the cool stickers on my computer so I told her about some psychedelic bullshit and then she told me about some psychedelic bullshit. Then she started throwing her hands up a lot in dramatic yoga fashion while asking me about tattoos and mentioned a documentary about graffiti and how she used to sit in Montreal and watch the trains go by for hours and hours and hours. Then she said something about going to Burning Man and asked me if I had ever been and I told her no and she was surprised and I said I didn’t think I should go to Burning Man because I thought it was probably lame at this point and she agreed that it was lame which surprised me but then she told me about another festival in Oregon where “everyone is going now” and I don’t know if she was an interesting person or not but who cares. I like to think that passing conversations are valuable, even when they’re just packed with mindless small talk about stickers while you wonder if this person has a trust fund or not.
Here’s a recent playlist I threw together. I’m calling it “They’re Partying” because I think that’s a funny sentence.