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I found something hidden once. It was on a greyhound bus between the city of angels and the city of drag queens--three moments of peace. Obviously, I lost them--it would be kind to say I put them back where I found them, but the reality is they just wouldn't come with me. Circumstances, context--I didn't think of it, but if I had I probably couldn't have anyway. No, that's not true--circumstances, context--I could have. Human lives are easy to blend and merge, communication being what it is these days. I could have brought them with me, but they would have been tainted--or I would have had to rely on them beyond all reason. And all of that would have been truly strange--so much easier to let the day flow, the words roll, the thoughts play, and then let it all be gone like the time of day. Names and numbers exchanged with some curiosity as to whether the "other" will make something of them. Three profound experiences made profane by memory, then nothingness as the mind switches from one life to another, the stitch in time smoothed over with routine.