They looked for me among the towering pines where winter was breaking. They searched in the quiet eddies and the creek’s center. They called out to me in those damp and hollow tombs, in caverns where people carve secrets and listen to the silence in hopes of echoes from the past. They thought they might see me on the sculpted neutral shore where the world stretches out tirelessly to the horizon. On the edge of these places, thinly separated from the known, is where I reside. I cease being obliged to any map and embark on a journey beyond any charted destination.