I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I feel like I’ve always been here and yet I feel like I just got here. I can’t see too far past the fog and the further I try to stray from here the thicker it gets. No matter how much I focus and pay attention I always get turned around and end up back here where I started. I’ve stopped trying. Now I observe. Hoping something or someone will be able to tell me where I am and how I leave. Only my biggest problem is that no one seems to notice I’m here. I see and hear all of them but no one sees or hears me no matter how loud I shout. Their lives go on uninterrupted. Men, women, children, people of all sizes and cultures. They all casually walk or run or bike or even drive by me as if they’re just passing through. Even the animals and the birds don’t seem to notice I’m always here observing them. I wonder if they even see each other. Are we all just lost, wandering, unaware of where we are or where we are going?