found it, lost, misplaced, but eventually found. always, just when you've given up hope, the secret to finding the one elusive lego piece to complete the working replica of the V:The Final Battle blaster in the giant box of legos, and moving on, trying to find the solution, trying to fit another piece, and there it is, stuck in the corner of the oversized tupperware, taunting, but found, a magazine filled with snippets, lost, forgotten, but found by others, treasured, one man's trash is another's, but there, always been there, maybe an undercurrent, the undertow, lurking, reading without posting, memory works that way, gilding and gliding, flitting over details, before plunging down through the years, and finding, arriving, standing in the feetprint of long ago. no ocean of time washed these molds away, no tide removed the evidence of this path, it is, and was, and ever shall be.