S just described a mutual acquaintance of ours who's dropped out and is apparently living off the capital he made from selling his apartment (although my advice would probably have been don't get out of the London market if you want to come back) as "hanging out in a psychotherapeutical playground in Big Sur, California, examining his navel."
Wish I'd said that. Although I imagine I will, soon.
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