We’re all looking for the answer.
Sometimes answers.
Sometimes just the answer.
That one. The only one. The right one.
That’s going to save us.
We’re looking for it in him, in her, in books, on the internet, on another continent.
Fiercely. Tenaciously. With hysteria.
Never with detachment.
But the answer doesn’t matter.
Because you always know it.
It’s in you.
Always in you.
The question is: what’s the question?
