I ALWAYS KNEW IT WAS THERE. The trick was getting to it. I fell into a chasm to find it. Pressing ever deeper, darker. It was the only way I knew how to look. Gradually my eyes opened and I thought I glimpsed it. The smell, the look, the taste, the touch. It was close, but that wasn’t it. And still I wanted it more. I had to have it. Being alive meant searching for it. Mist sometimes covered my path and I would be lost for months. Most of that time I wasn’t even aware I had forgotten about it. The place, the money, the people made me forget.…