I look in the shops. I look in the cinema cafe. I look in the art gallery. I look in my local supermarket, behind the front row of tinned soups. I search everywhere. I research, spend time in the local library, in the bookshops of the city. I walk around the park three times convinced that something will come to me. Every single space that the city has, I interrogate. The train stations, the waterfront, the subway. What do I find other than occupied space where people impress their days on the malleable.