Does someone wonder where you are, when you aren't there? Does someone wish you were here? Sometimes it's nice to disappear, I guess. But when you're out for days, for months, and no one ever calls to ask, "Where are you? Won't you please come here?" you get that awful, endless howling. No one's going to call. No one wonders where you are. There's nowhere you're expected. You're completely free. Like a stray dog is free to fend. Like an abandoned farmhouse is free to fall. A forgotten name someone used to know.