From the series: Letters From An Expedition: In Search of The Missing Muse.
Journal entry No.02/02.
The missing muse; I thought I saw her on the street today, crossing against the light. I turned to follow, but lost her in the throng. Other people on the street feel her presence, but are unsure of what has occurred. I want to ask, “Have you seen her?” but refrain; I know what they will think. They stare at the spot where her presence was felt and I move on. I traced the direction that she must have taken, but never caught up to her. I walked straight for minutes or hours and didn’t give up until twilight darkened the faces of every passerby. It was late when I got back home and my family was asleep.