From Century old lounge rooms with our backs at the wall to the cold streets of Arizona in the early morning orange light – Life takes us in its strange directions. We are drowned by the countless hours of forgotten nights and washed by the moments of focus in the cascading of our walk. Yes. I used to think that there was an end, and that it was the goal. But I’ve changed my mind. I come to see that more than any ceremony hailing the kings return, it’s the times when it rains that are the most vivid. It’s the times when you wish you were somewhere else that life offers its greater lessons – the times when your back is to the wall, you learn how to stand.