I find myself in strange, familiar places.
Rooms, people and views passing by
Like a film strip cut to nothing and stitched back together again.
The movie is missing scenes with vital context, this story is almost incomprehensible.
At first, I found myself railing against this violent current to no avail.
But now, having let the river take me away,
I find these strange places more familiar and wherever I find myself is just fine by me.
There’s more context between scenes, and I know eventually I’ll find every missing frame.
Somewhere in the river, at least.
