So it was a Kerouac week. If you've never read anything by Jack Kerouac, I'll happily translate that feeling for you. He's been one of my favorite writers for a while, and for whatever reason, the mood of my life (for last week, at least) has kind of taken on that of one of his books. & to personify what that's like, I've figured out a few characteristics that distinguish it. 

1. A lot of traveling, to places where I've never been before.

2. Meeting/traveling with new people.

3. Lack of sleep. presence of substances. enough said.

4. No definite itinerary, just the freedom to play things by ear.

5. Sheer spontaneity. 

(I need to update this more.)