While I was off grid, I found this note pinned to a telephone pole on the side of a country road that led to the ocean. It was carefully covered in plastic against the weather, but the tacks were rusted and the ink had turned brown–the paper had been there for months, maybe a year. SOMEDAY WE’LL CROSS PATHS AGAIN…WHEN I AM NOT WORKING! SEE IF YOU CAN FIGURE OUT THE REST… Every day I walked past it and wondered, who put that note up there? And who was it meant for? Did they ever find each other? I hope so.