Sometimes lost looks lost. It’s scruffy and ill-mannered, or belligerent and drunk. It’s shabby and low-class and obviously struggling to hold it together. It’s pathetic and ignorant and leach-like in its unwillingness to take responsibility for anything, ever. It’s a perpetual victim. It’s a perpetual criminal. It’s clearly in need of answers. It’s clearly in need.
But sometimes, lost is sneaky. Sometimes lost doesn’t look lost. Sometimes it looks attractive, even. Glamorous and affluent and confident. Sometimes lost is well-dressed and well-read. It’s witty and coy and productive and upstanding and shops at Whole Foods. It has a white collar and a Keurig. It recycles and is an informed voter. It’s a perpetual winner. It’s a perpetual taxpayer. It’s clearly in need of nothing.
But at the end of the day, lost is lost.
Until it’s found.
