stop making sense

A man reaches out to another after a few years of not speaking. The other responds warmly. He has been traveling. He has climbed the hoodoos in Alberta and photographed the TransAmerica Pyramid in San Francisco. Apparently he's honed a talent and a specific passion for photography. He says that he wants to go to New Mexico to photograph something new and different. He plays the stock market, and jokes nonchalantly about losing a large sum of money last month. He says he has no time for a wife or a girlfriend, because he's very busy, and he likes making choices for himself, because it's easier. Then he says, "how about you?"