While the real travelers are outside getting lost in the rain or haggling over bus fares, the Wish Makers stay in the light, perfecting the angle. They aren't looking for a destination; they’re looking for a version of themselves that looks better in a square frame. They wish for the journey, but they’re terrified of the dirt it leaves under your fingernails. , or perhaps pivot it into a satirical blog post
In the common room of a place they’ll never sleep in, they stage the scene: a half-drunk artisan coffee, a battered paperback they aren't reading, and a pair of earphones draped "carelessly" over a wooden table. They don’t want the snoring bunkmate or the lukewarm communal shower; they want the fake hostel wish makers
