Often, we traverse half asleep, wandering not seeking. To seek, we must choose. Mundane journeys evolve into fantastic refuges discovered during drifts between confusion and certainty. I hear exploding surf and calls of seabirds. There is a breeze; the sun is setting. Darkness falls. I set out alone to walk among canyons of old buildings that embody wishes. Where is refuge? An answer emerges from shadows.