Shimmering Sands pop a gucci wallet turntables is talking to me

the thing about being alone — really, truly alone — is that, after awhile, it starts to feel more like a cage than freedom. it starts to feel impenetrable, like being locked in a room with no windows and no hope of escape; particularly when you're like garland, and you have no friends to speak of, no family to run home to. the feeling is, in a word, suffocating.

so of course he latches on to the first opportunity for interaction he finds.

hey, he calls out to the swarthy young wolf, hardly registering the age difference between them as he approaches. what're you doing with that kelp? it's a lame conversation starter, but it's all he has. maybe solo traveling makes some people more interesting, but not garland. he feels as boring as ever right now — maybe even a little more so, out of practice as he is when it comes to social interaction.