Riff Raff

A riff raff. An outcast, alone in a world that is far more interconnected than ever before. Without a dime to spend, with nothing to lose and without a speck of urgency in life he looks at the people around him; people hoping to be someone and go somewhere and fulfil whatever it is they set out to fulfil.

It is hard to make a living off of something worthwhile when you have nothing but a pair of clothes and a duffle bag. You are left to your own thoughts. Your own emotions and feelings flowing endlessly amongst a flutter of thoughts as the rest of the world passes steadily by.

What does that feel like? Does time slow down when one is left on their own at such an age, without friends nor kin? Does one yearn for time to speed up? Do they yearn to be free of shackles that hold them tight? Do they yearn to be free, do be…?