All of a sudden and without warning the dots began to connect, like a growing creeping mycelium network, or neuronal pathways moving across his memories and dreams. He often wondered why he had so many interests and so many strange and disjointed experiences., why was he such a mess. Why couldn’t he find his way. And then just like that, the lines began to grow outward, slowly at first, connected one dot and then two, and he began to create something. He was pointing at something he couldn’t even say, but it felt good. And it wasn’t perfect, it was actually horrible, but it was a start. He finally began the process.

And he would work on it again and make it better.

But for now he started.