the theme music rolls in....
i see myself, examining the pieces under the microscope trying to match the fiber filiments a la csi.
i cannot find the second shooter nor the owner of the size 5 womans shoe.
i look out the window as if the answer should be staring me in the face... only to find fog.
the fog surrounds the words with ethereal phospheressence; leaving me still just as lost as before.
