Found | Harley Kramer

I go from one climate to another. The first one is cold and wet. I feel the damp in the fiber of my being. The second is hot and dry. It feels like the devil himself is trying to suffocate me. The world spins.

Suddenly...it all stops.

I feel nothing. I open my eyes for what feels like the very first time. Looking around, everything is just like me: lost, afraid, alone. I take my first steps into this new world of possibilities. It takes me a second to remember who I am.

I am the sock you lost in the dryer.