It’s raining again, but this time I… This time I’m lost in it. Lost from it. I have no idea… I’m… I’m scattered within myself. I can’t find who I am. I don’t know who I am or where I am and I’m lost in not knowing this. I’m lost in this uncertainty and… What do you call this? What do you call this cluttered, disordered space? What do you call this…thing, this “not knowing”? What do I do with it?