[CC] How to Write "Wanderlust" Without a Hashtag Sign in Front of It

If I were to come across a person like Marlow in a bar, I'd use an excuse to escape the conversation before he even had a chance to properly introduce himself.  In other words, he's one of the most convoluted and blabber-mouthed conversationalists in the history of literature, I'm sure of it.  Of course, this is done for literary purposes, as the message of the story would fit into a kernel (as the book says) should Marlow's points be brief and easily read, which is entirely against the point.  But despite the somewhat painful density of his banter I have found his story rather interesting.  

The section that stuck with me the most was when Marlow was talking about his initial interest in travel. This segment could have so easily found itself among the cliche descriptions of why travel is good for the soul and inborn in the hearts of the most adventurous breed of humans, it freaking doesn't and I am so happy about that.  If I want pseudo-inspirational blurbs about traveling the world for the betterment of oneself, I can easily find two dozen Twitter pages run by wannabe rubber tramps who projectile vomit text posts and Afterlight-filtered pictures of fit yet unbathed white Millennials sitting on cliffs and sporting gauzy Pacsun tops paired with red beanies on my precious timeline.

[cue demonic whispers] "I say rubber tramp because it sounds cool" "all hail Christopher McCandless" "my parents are paying for my college education but I just wanna live in a rusty VW bus" "I got this asparagus scented candle at Urban Outfitters" "real Pearl Jam fans only eat jam with pearls in it" "hashtag wanderlust"

But Marlow is not like that. Marlow has a history with a curiosity for the world that was not born out of one's own discomfort with one's own privilege.  Marlow looks at a map and sees so much potential for his life and the WORLD.  What amazes me is that he is drawn towards the unmarked, the emptiest areas of the planet.  I am not one to desire treading unmarked, virgin territory.  Honestly one of the scariest things I can imagine is driving up in the spider roads of Maine.  Nooooo thank you, ma'am. The Arctic? No thanks. Even my favorite country in the world, Korea, scares me a bit when I imagine going out in the countryside for very long. So much props to Marlow for being an active part of the era of genuine wanderlust and desire to tread where no man has tread before.  Also props for having at least a page or two of monologue that can permeate my mind and simultaneously please it.

This turned into a digital complaint about rubber tramp wannabes and that was not my intention.  Nevertheless, it had to be said.