I have never been a terribly observant person. I have never seen the things that are in front of me the way that they're supposed to be seen. I didn't make the connections that other people seemed to make and I was often oblivious to the simple, common logic that everyone else took for granted. Somehow, out of that blurry confusion I started to find some light, some definition, some sense of proportion and context. I don't exactly know when it happened. I consider myself to be an entropic robot that has achieved a sort of lucky malfunction on the way to the scrap heap. I've learned to repair my own circuitry. I've learned to modify my gears. Where in the past there was fog and uncertainty now there's pinpricks of light cutting through and illuminating the scene. I see Parker so clearly now in her black elbow length fingerless gloves, and Jordyn, too, lean in their lavender dress. And Alice, hunkered at the kit prepared for thunderous abandon. She's in the interior now. Setting fires, working in seismic.