A few nights ago in Phonsavan we met a couple who have been traveling since 2009. They’re both 31. They know the weight of their backpacks down to the ounce. For money he does something with software. They know where they’ll be tomorrow and maybe next week, but that’s about it. They blog.
Their supremely well-organized lightness of foot reminded me of an essay I posted about awhile ago, “On Being an Illegible Person,” which I’m reposting now. It asks, basically, what if nomadism were the norm? What would the world look like, would there be shower pods in every mall? Would people still ask what brings you to town? And is the number of “illegibles” really on the rise?