Well, I went to Sick Boss at the Lido. I first passed Chris 's place, and detected some light, very faint, and, anyway, I have no way of knowing if he indeed still resides there. I know that if he sighted me his conspiratorial mind would immediately jump to extreme ideas. But this only dilutes my message and intention with negativity; the reason I passed it is because I am interested in him, and hope he is well. Passing Chris 's necessarily means I overshot the Lido, consequently my arrival at the Lido came from the side I otherwise would not have come from. It was during this approach that I passed a curly-haired man. I thought I recognized him, and even looked back at him when I figured it would be safe to do so. I arrive at the Lido and
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Then, over my left shoulder I get queried by an unknown voice asking if I am alone. This turns into a full conversation, lasting pretty much my entire visit, about philosophy, epistemology, nature of reality, solipsism, physics, time, aesthetics, our struggles, western lit, etc. I should mention that this person was the same curly-haired fellow who I had passed earlier. I might add now that upon passing him the first time the reason I thought I recognized him was because previously this evening, at the hostel, I thought I had seen him check-in. During the course of our conversation, he mentions that he 's from Winnipeg, that his parents work for a rail company thereby giving him free access to rail services. He was meant to leave this evening, but this he only became aware of too late, and therefore he managed to find a hostel to stay at. So, he is indeed staying at the hostel. Funny, isn 't it. (I was just interrupted (not in a negative sense) writing this by a guy named chicken bones (I feel like it 's probably spelled with a z). I was sitting on a bench here in dude chilling, and he asks if he can sit on the bench. He asks if I read the paper, and hands me one. Said he read the paper in prison, because if you don 't use it, you lose
Then, over my left shoulder I get queried by an unknown voice asking if I am alone. This turns into a full conversation, lasting pretty much my entire visit, about philosophy, epistemology, nature of reality, solipsism, physics, time, aesthetics, our struggles, western lit, etc. I should mention that this person was the same curly-haired fellow who I had passed earlier. I might add now that upon passing him the first time the reason I thought I recognized him was because previously this evening, at the hostel, I thought I had seen him check-in. During the course of our conversation, he mentions that he 's from Winnipeg, that his parents work for a rail company thereby giving him free access to rail services. He was meant to leave this evening, but this he only became aware of too late, and therefore he managed to find a hostel to stay at. So, he is indeed staying at the hostel. Funny, isn 't it. (I was just interrupted (not in a negative sense) writing this by a guy named chicken bones (I feel like it 's probably spelled with a z). I was sitting on a bench here in dude chilling, and he asks if he can sit on the bench. He asks if I read the paper, and hands me one. Said he read the paper in prison, because if you don 't use it, you lose