searches for pieces of the past, what footprints that are left on the digital beaches, what washes up, comes out of tubes, and is left, driftwood, collected, connected, and hung as mobile, but no, no trace remains, no scent lingers for the hunter, the tracker, the boy scout in the woods. like they never even existed, just memories, whispers in the mind, thoughts, and maybe, photos, poems, written words, digital echos of people, places, and things from life, living, and past