So I went to this lively neighborhood called Kensington market the other day with my dog and he growled at some guy. I mentioned to the next guy that my dog didn’t like that guy and he said no one likes hipsters. Now I’m making a post about it on tumblr. Oh the irony.
Take me back to that tepid beach of my youth. I was never so happy to be alone, walking in the company of my thoughts. Innocent and curious, I held a seashell in my hand. The tide danced with the shoreline, and the sand gently made its way on and off my feet. In an orange burst of passion the sun set over the horizon, and for quite some time I sat wondering what was to come. Nothing, I acknowledged to myself, would ever be the same.