Remember a time you were lost in a strange place with someone you loved. And you were nervous. And you were crushed with doubt. And how in the full moon you ran on cracked earth and tumbleweeds until you were overcome by the spirit of GOD on an empty desert highway with the wind wild in her hair. So vivid yet distant it seems. It's confusing. All these polarities. How can you tell what is real? The sprinkler on the door of the van wakes me. It's my first time in St. Louis. Or at least it's my first time staying in St. Louis rather than passing through. And I'm tired. I don't want to be lost anymore. Huni Buni is leaving me if I don't make more money. My Mentor says it's time I got serious. The groom asks if I have a website. A DJ plays a song that makes everyone rush the floor as if this will be the last great dance before the world ends. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with a cocktail napkin. I dance harder. It's desperate. The napkin begins to tear. And I remember. Nothing is lost in the spirit.