Girl's Gone Child: 111/100

I came home from SXSW last night and feel completely overwhelmed with all the catch-ups I need to to in the next few hours, days, so I'm posting this week's music video this morning. A video that was directed by my airplane seat-mate, Ben, who I made friends with on my way to Austin. That's my favorite part of traveling: being forced into conversations with strangers without technological devices to distract. Without a need for backstory or friendship. We don't know each other from Adam, but somehow, in a matter of minutes we have told each other everything.

I'll likely never see Ben again or Arthur or Abdul or Nero the cab driver who got teary-eyed talking about the three grandchildren he's never met, or Matt, the only pedicab driver I could find willing to bike me home at a zillion o'clock through pouring rain, but I get to keep their stories and they get to keep mine, like exchanging business cards without the business.