An old friend was visiting town and I was on my way to meet up with them as I got onto the train. I had in fact spotted them on the street earlier in the day but lost track of them before I got the chance to say hi. When we met up at a coffee shop it felt like we both had an endless amount of questions to ask each other. We talked about our long term plans and I had to admit that I still didn’t really have any. They relayed a story about eating tree bark in the middle of a park. I told them how I had finally gotten around to reading The Stranger.