People over-look the wonders they don’t know, what’s different. I think this is why I am here. I always eavesdropped the inaudible voices (to me) that spoke of a country right below my feet, and I tried to determine the spaces between los and las. I was at the Great Movie Ride in MGM. I ate sauerkraut in the place of progress and danced to a yodeling German playing an alphorn. I fantasized about the cottage on my puffy notebook. I am in a city of secrets—the password: gems are found beneath the snow.