Some creative hermits don't feel truly isolated unless they're pressed against a massive city they can't identify with. The Loner Artist is drawn to the refuge of Highland Park, Atwater Village, and other yet-undiscovered pre-burgeoning neighborhoods. They pilfer thrift stores for the suede and ornamental stones of bygone eras. They either take public transit, ride vintage road bikes, or take immense pride in their smog-exempt death trap of a vehicle. But the real reason these musicians/artists/writers are all here is that when it's time to wriggle out of their cozy Eastside shells, they can show their work in a world-class venue/gallery/coffee shop and be home in time for the vegan maple flax cookies their roommate baked. May eventually move back to Brookland or Portlyn.