Who lost, what found? What lost, who found?

The world is an endless complex of lost and found. You lose dead skin. Hair follicles take to the sky in ghostly wisps. You excrete today’s breakfast, you ingest animal fat and spirulina at lunch, voyages are undertaken on inspired whims. Where are you going? Why? Apparently it’s to learn. It is to expand. It is to lose oneself in unexpected scenarios, facades, and strangers’ lives swaddling yours like thrift store blankets. You find strangers. You become lovers. You lose yourself in a stranger-lover, you burn calories (they are lost) when engaging flesh to flesh with the stranger-lover, and two days come and go, and you are gone, the stranger’s gone, loss becomes the storyline, that’s how you find a new storyline in which to lose yourself related to loss. This is the way of the world, the simulcast walkabout of being. We traffic in way stations of lost and found. Gone today, here tomorrow. Like that.