I must resist the foils. Shall I become hideous to them? Shall I construct a bullwark? I need a lefttennant with my best interests in mind. A guard against the foil. That is what is always missing from the scene: A friend.

I can still feel your wake. Damn it, I’m right here! I’m standing as still as I can, given my shifting nature. Where are you? I’ve learned how to track so many trails. I’ve learned how to track *me*! I’m not present and I never will be. But I am focused like light passing through a diamond. I’m that sparkle in the moment, even as I move through many shifting dreams where clocks are useless.

Find me.