It's a bit of a reclamation yard the Internet it seems. There are some treasures to be found amongst old, discarded items and people do seem to look for them.
My wife found us an old fire-place at a reclamation yard. It looks rather forlornly at me as I sit and play the piano. But I can leave it behind me when I exit and close the door of the music room.
She also found something else on the Internet. But that's something I can't escape away from, wherever I go. It follows me, haunts me, everywhere. At work or at home. Day or night. Awake or asleep.
I hope someone comes looking for me in amongst the scrapheap.
Outside the window, here where I write, earlier on today there were some people with metal detectors in the ploughed field opposite. They are there regularly. Methodically searching.
They are looking for something.
Maybe they know that I am around somewhere nearby, but hopefully not in the ground.
Not yet.
