I came back to this because I'm fully procrastinating, but you know I'm really good at finding things in thrift stores, right? Or scrapyards or estate sales or I think the labyrinth quilt that had been stolen I found at a car boot thing five years after. I'm not saying a person who can only wear backless shoes should head to Maine now, but summer will get here. It is a subfunction of the mongoose setting and the only time I get to experience what the rest of you call a... "Sense of direction"??