I’m a seeker. Notorious seeker. Design to seek, but not necessarily to find. Always looking beyond myself. Having naive hope that there must be something out there. Always seeking something else … out there. Don’t know what exactly. Maybe someone who will truly understand me, who I can relate to, a perfect partner? Maybe there is a greater sense or a purpose? Maybe there is the Truth? Can’t quench that thirst. Maybe there is…

Yet there’s nothing to seek. Nothing to be found. Only stories of the past, that can be told.