135. Find x. (University of Chicago)
X exists.
X can be found in the tears of a child.
X can be found in the tensed shoulders of a worried mother.
X can be found in the fabrics of a sweater.
X can be found in the pebbles of a bank.
X can be found in the caps of water bottles.
X can be found buried in the soil.
X can be found in the enamel of our teeth.
X can be found on the sharp lead of a pencil.
X can be found in the words of a book.
X can be found in the many layers of a tree trunk.
X can be found in the bright lining of the clouds.
X can be found on the weathered soles of our shoes.
X can be found in the yellow light of the bulb.
X can be found in the steep high school ramp.
X can be found in the weak chairs of the classroom.
X can be found on the rows of shelves of the library.
X can be found on the blur ink of a stamp.
X can be found in the uncomfortable toilet seat.
X can be found on the tall concrete steps.
X can be found on the wooden pegs.
X can be found on the creaky doors of my locker.
X can be found on a long, green pole.
X can be found in the conformed rows of wooden seats.
X can be found in the black and white keys of a piano.
X can be found in an isolated art room.
X can be found on the green fences of the school.
X can be found on the strange doors of strange people.
X can be found on the dark, paved roads.
X can be found along the green hillside.
X can be found in the colorful rows of shops.
X can be found on the tasty soup of a restaurant.
X can be found on the cheap sunglasses they sell by the roadside.
X can be found on a not-very-scary Pharaoh’s Wheel.
X can be found on the winding path of a journey.
X can be found in the stuffy compartments of a train.
X can be found in the atmosphere of an air-conditioned hotel.
X can be found in the two, black suitcases.
X can be found in the newly-renovated veranda of a home.
X can be found in the blue family car.
X can be found in the welcoming room of your parents.
X can be found on the toys from your childhood.
X can be found in the eleven-year-old tree outside your house.
X can be found in the tiny shop that never shuts down.
X can be found in the faces of my old friends.
X can be found in the movement of the wind chimes.
X can be found under the warm blanket.
X can be found in my dirty laundry.
X can be found in old, familiar storage room.
X can be found everywhere, as you might have noticed.
So what is X? Well, that is something that still is a mystery to me. X is unknown, and I cannot be sure as to what it is. However, there is one thing that I know for sure: X exists. It lives in all the things that are associated to me: the things I touch, I smell, I fell, I taste, I see, or I remember. X is the memories I make, the things I won’t forget. Maybe I will never be able to put a finger and tell you confidently that I have found X, but I can assure you that X exists. It is around me, all the time, because I know that it is a part of me. So don’t worry because even though I haven’t found X yet, I won’t stop looking.
