You wander. Sometimes you know why. Sometimes you don’t. In either case there is a sense of urgency, the idea of something that must be done.
And the wanderings are punctured by little pictures, unfamiliar: a man with eyes that smile, a round-faced baby that burbles, a house with white trim -
A bubblegum wrapper. That is something you know, something you understand, the slightly waxy paper crumpled under your fingers…
You hear their voices: she has lost her mind
. You feel sorry for whoever it is, because you too have lost something, even though you don’t quite know what.