lost in four

The Lost Soul

Sex: loner
Age: 20something-ish
Stays: hostels on the edge of town. A tent. Somewhere…anywhere…
Dress: earthy colours, pretty much the same thing every day, perhaps a touch of tie-dye.
Likes: incense, spirituality, enlightenment, drugs, deep conversation, experimentation, discussing their current writing project, telling you about their past which is often painful, telling you about their harrowing year of suicide attempts and torturous break-ups, running away, finding themselves, karma, meaningfulness, star gazing.
Drink: a warming shot, a spliff.
Quote: ‘It’s not meant to be.’ or ‘It’s meant to be.’
Photographs: nil, they don’t own a camera. They are there to ‘experience’.
Tattoo: the name of their dead friend/relative/rock star in Latin so only they know what it says. Strategically concealed to evoke mystery and an impassioned conversation if a glimpse is stolen.
Places of interest: dreams, hammocks and walking tracks.