'Where are you?'
Hah. Inquiries with this sparse and curt emotional interest is something I dread responding to. Because if you wanted to be found, you'd be available.
I am digging holes under heaven to see if it has good pillars that can hold up all the expectations of people alive. I am spying on the ambassador of good faith to see if his motives are as clean as they seem uncomplicated. I am treading on the circus of damaged wooden planks to save insanity from spreading to limbs and lambs. I am picking stones and building a spaceship. I am inventing a new future every day and dismantling it every night, resulting in a motionless existence. Really, I have been very busy.
I hope you have it good.