This manuscript is a tinier proposal of intangible, at times hazy, though frequently metaphoric memories in linguistic frequency of interwoven patterns, shapes, and designs of Lana's ricochets through life, even when the subject at hand is voiced from a second or third person narration. Lana could easily find herself sinking under all these weight in the realm of sleep, or becoming caught above the wings of foamed air. Mature yet child-like, angry while tenderfoot, vulgar inside the soothing dark. Unconsciousness is so real that living seems dreamlike to her. Always an endless river of struggle and provocation, all things both foreign and familiar.