I wonder. Do others ever look back on the past to question longheld assumptions, as I do? Do they ever ponder past interactions, wondering if they did the right thing? Do they ever wonder what happened to those whose paths they crossed? Do others wonder what became of those they once shared days and weeks and months with, long, long ago? Or are we just travellers, clambering over one another to get ahead? Are all we encountered immaterial? Just bodies, slipping out of view? I wonder.