I met a backpacker on an isolated beach after scuba diving. He was reading ‘Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance’, quite a rare book i’ve come across. We talked, I was so struck by his deep blue eyes. I took a nap on a hammock under the trees when he went to sort out his check in. When I woke up it was time to go, I didn’t see him. But as I drove off, he turned up on his bike and tailed me till the main road. M83’s Wait was playing. I burned telling myself to stop to give him my number. I didn’t. It’s been a couple of years and I still see him. I see him everywhere 🙁