I am lost in you, but then I am also lost in me. We might all be the same person, in some strange twist or turn of fate – all really just one personality but only possible in any one by some shared, distributed unity; like shards of a crystal mirrored within itself in some enigmatic way through so many individual manifestations. Wouldn’t that be a trip ? It doesn’t change that I am lost in you or that even there in the reflections in your eyes I can just make out my own image looking back at me. A shared personality, a culture and an essence found in no specific place and every place simultaneously. I am lost in us.