Dress shirts hanging in the dark slowly switch positions. They fade from blue to white and shuffle to the right in single file. A few enshrined in plastic seem to hold their places longer than the rest. Some social stature lets them stay while others disappear, returning in random order on the weekends. We look for patterns in life and fail to note simple circles of truth that show us where we've been and where we're going. We overlook the daily details of keys and coats and paperclips of cereal and stair steps and dress shirts. We're on our way to something bigger, but it's always out of reach. We want so much more and settle for less than satisfaction.