Hitch-hiking is….

Hitch-hiking is

Hitch-hiking is an open road
Hitch-hiking is a window without glass
Hitch-hiking is loneliness
Hitch-hiking is drifting through time and space
Hitch-hiking is finding a corner to call your own
Hitch-hiking is not unlike the seasons, the tides
Hitch-hiking is believing you’re Walt Whitman
Hitch-hiking is being told you’re nothing but a bum
Hitch-hiking is learning to cope
Hitch-hiking is getting it all together
Hitch-hiking is seeing it all fall apart
Hitch-hiking is knowing no words but “thank you”
Hitch-hiking is discovering how dark is dark
Hitch-hiking is hearing your name whispered in forests
Hitch-hiking is rolling out of ice-cream wagons into moonlight
Hitch-hiking is losing your last pair of pants
Hitch-hiking is going naked
Hitch-hiking is hearing something crack in the bottom of your pack
Hitch-hiking is poetry
Hitch-hiking is only a dream
Hitch-hiking is falling skywards
Hitch-hiking is finding doors locked
Hitch-hiking is learning combinations
Hitch-hiking is a constant erection
Hitch-hiking is a royal pain in the ass
Hitch-hiking is the sort of thing that makes you long for chicken soup
Hitch-hiking is food for thought
Hitch-hiking is nourishment for the soul
Hitch-hiking is leaves in the wind
Hitch-hiking is an open road

—Paul Coopersmith (A Hitchhiker’s Handbook to Europe, North Africa, and the East, Copyright 1973)

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