Disperse
Remember those Orbitz drinks with the weird little spheres, like bubble tea but not that you could buy at the science museum because it was like planets, right? Or I was concerned with the chemistry, maybe. I always tried to suck those little bubbles out of that drink, to chew them and taste what I imagined would be the epitome of orange; they were always orange I think.
Remember a time when you thought you could touch clouds and their cool, creamy cushion seemed so delicious? Walking through fog, you expect to reach the thickest part where you can't see at all but you might swim in whiteness.
Sometimes you can't find the part of the world that is casting a certain shadow. You move all of your appendages, touch the furniture, the parts of you you forgot. Or sometimes a light from your watch? from your glass? A silver button, an earring, a cell phone?
We are lonely in seeking the truth. We can never touch anything with our skin, that's science. I remember being lonely.