This is a history of a journey. Or is it? Do we get anywhere? Do we see anything we could not see from just looking in the mirror? Each step of the journey is a drought with image and uncertainty. This is the way we get places. This is the way we are stuck exactly where we are. This is a puzzle. Is this a narrative? Or is it just a string of images and misremembered stimuli? You need to take this journey to find out.