The title alone would get me to pick this one up, but after your description and musings, I'm going to read it for sure.

Perhaps it's imperfection that people might miss; there's so much enjoyment, I think, in not being perfect, or in fact, being unique.

Hey, random... I thought of you yesterday. Took this photo at a stoplight on the back of the scooter :) Check out the name of the Hostel:

Brian: "what are you doing back there?"
Me: "It's for jaichai! :)"
Brian: "what??"
Me: "nevermind haha"