To coin a term, “dispersed living,” means living outside generally accepted or “designated” social guidelines. Since those guidelines are sometimes vague and since some are tied to laws nobody wants to break, it’s nearly impossible to live a fully dispersed life.
However, dispersed living could at least be considered a monkish life.
I’m nomadic. The road I prefer is a short one. Why? Because nature itself is nomadic.
I take a seat on the side of the road and watch, notice, remember and record the varieties of clouds, weather, wind, and light as they wander by, parading along. There’s not much else I have to do in my way of nomad life. I let nature do the hard work.