Lost

Lost. I would be lost without my twin.

Natasha was born first. That's why she is named Natasha.

Then I came along. A surprise to our mother. And so I was named Nashota, twin.

Natasha and I have been together ever since. Well, sometimes we aren't physically in the same location. But I can always feel her presence and she can always feel mine.

Inquiry:

What is right when honor is lost?

lost souls wandering in the electron nightscape net can not communicate

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And doesn't know where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.

When you are dreaming, your eyelids shiver. Your body is separated from your mind. The faces you see are subconscious reflections. All the paths are made of neuronal activity. Nothing is real. You can walk through walls if you like. Sometimes you fly or lose all your teeth.

Can you get lost in a dream?

So much knowledge is lost all the time.

(And sometimes it seems the new cannot take its place.)

Maxim:

What is left when honor is lost?

»We are lost!« Vidalia picked her onion skin and began to cry.

Frank said, »No one ever gets lost on the Lost Highway. It's like that highway in New Jersey that Bruce Springsteen always goes on about.«

Vidalia wailed, the sun beat down, and Mr Piccadilly's long shadow appeared on the horizon. Frank waved and jumped.

»Oh my good polo stick!« Piccadilly clapped Frank on the back. »You know souls in the electron microscape can always transmigrate.«

»Never mind communicate,« Frank said, then began to fish something from between his teeth.

Once lost, Jupiter himself cannot bring back opportunity.

»What once is lost you can never lose again.« That's what she said. And sadly I know that she was right.