I search for the connection to life and the everyday. Where is it? Where has it gone. I try to find the wisp that claws at my ears, disserting the phrase unseen. What is it that has passed me by? Why must it take so long?

Then I search into the deep, dark abyss, and then there it is, a pinprick of life, so far away that I am not sure it exists.

I wonder

in the dark.

I wander

in the shadows.