A dark box in an empty room. An evening inside the blackout curtains. Cold dinners washed down with stale crackers and cigarettes. Dogs that walk themselves through woods across the street from the old folks home. Here is your fate. Here is your one way bus ticket. Here is your aftermath. Find yourself in the stillness of the funeral parlor surrounded by the emptiness left by your abandon. Find yourself in the streetcar bound for nowhere with an empty grocery bag and a rent check that bounced. Look backward toward your future and realize your present self is a mirror of your youth. You are lost looking for a road map. You’re trying to find that gas station in the desert that you passed a couple days ago. You’re trying to find yourself. You and your suitcase. All dressed up for the big party. All dressed up with nowhere to be. Your are you. You are nobody.