Odds are... you press play...

You go to work in a giant, concrete ant farm. You drive a machine with both hands and both feet. You listen to sound assembled by people you'll never meet. Odds are your job is, one way or another, making someone else money. You go back home to a house that you most likely didn't build yourself. You have plans that rely on complete chance. If you don't have a big enough number on a computer file called your bank account, you start to lose your possessions. You have a list of places you want to go, but haven't made any plans to leave. You have boxes of old things in your attic that you'll never give away or throw in the trash. You're aware that time is flying by, but put off doing something about it.

You meet someone living day by day with no roots. They don't have a job like yours. They don't have a savings account. They just have stories. They have a life full of wonder...

But don't worry... you're not the crazy one. You can't be.

-Aaron